"Who wants to go first?"
Chen Ping asked with a smile.
In his hand, he held a bamboo sword, entirely green, seemingly not very sturdy. Yet, Han Xiaoru and Ji Mingyue both knew the power depended on who wielded it.
In Chen Ping's hand, it could become an Unrivaled Divine Sword; being struck by it felt both painful and ticklish, leaving an unbelievably intense, tearing ache from the soul to the flesh.
This was already the third day of special training.
According to Chen Ping, if you cannot reach the critical point of the Divine Martial in such a short time, how can you stand on your own and help me conquer this vast world?
To outsiders, such words would seem shameless.
But to Han Xiaoru and Ji Mingyue, they resonate deeply in their hearts.
They did not beg for mercy or complain of pain, pushing their limits to the fullest, absorbing spirit stones, aiming to withstand ten sword strikes from Chen Ping.
Indeed.
