He gets up at nine o'clock every day, and on the second night... he still hasn't fallen asleep. Apart from sleeping, he spends the whole day practicing martial arts.

I'm thinking...how to use formations in a small area so that one can defeat a hundred on the battlefield.

But now... let alone a real battlefield...

that is…

It’s this piece of baffle in front of you!

He couldn't even break through...

Isn't this... is this... too ironic?

——Not convinced!

——Guan Xing is dissatisfied.

I am dissatisfied with his hard work, his diligence, and his martial arts skills.

Da da da…

With the sound of hoofbeats, he rode back and shouted to a soldier.

"Where is my Qinglong Yanyue Sword?"

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Chapter completed!