The garden in Qingquan Garden is spacious, originally intended for the Crown Prince's practice and recreation, more than enough for a martial arts contest.
"Let's start now!"
Yuan Taiping was very excited, retreating to a distance, urging the two.
He had heard that the Mystic Master was skilled at using Flying Swords, within ten zhang, it was as if arm and finger at command.
He thought it best to stay far to avoid accidental injury.
"Wait!"
Chen Tang had just turned around, Zhou Shuang hastily called out, retreating backward as he said, "Lord Chen should first choose a weapon. If you lose later, don't say I took advantage of a weapon."
Actually, he wanted to distance himself from Chen Tang.
This battle, although initiated by him, he dared not be careless.
Only by creating distance could the Flying Sword's power be maximized.
However, he did not speak this thought aloud, pretending to be magnanimous, not taking advantage of Chen Tang's lack of weapon.
