I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

The following morning, the stone square was shrouded in a thin mist, and the sunlight had not yet penetrated the mountain ridge.

Ji Tian sat cross-legged at the top of the main hall steps, with a pot of tea in front of him, the tea smoke curling upwards. He didn't need to drink tea, but for today's sparring match, he felt he should act like a "master watching his disciple fight" from a cultivation web novel.

Shirley was already standing in the center of the square, her light golden hair swaying slightly in the morning breeze.

Today, she specially changed into a light and practical outfit, with the cuffs tied tight, a black belt around her waist, and a pair of specially made combat shoes, making her look even more heroic and dashing.

Big Black lay behind her, the enormous brown bear listlessly poking at a rock with its paws, occasionally glancing at its owner before lowering its head again. Jenny had taken the silverback giant bear to the back mountain, saying, "Let them get used to each other's scents first, so they won't fight on sight."

The red dragon lay beneath the ancient pine tree, its vertical pupils half-closed, its tail tip gently brushing the ground.

It originally came to see Sherry make a fool of herself, thinking that although the girl was strong, fighting wasn't all about strength. But then it thought about the punch it threw yesterday and realized that Alex might not last more than three moves.

"Senior Long is here too?" Lilith peeked out from behind the pillar, holding a few pieces of freshly baked bread made by Mason, and nibbling on them.

"Just passing by." The red dragon snorted and looked away.

Mason stood at the edge of the square, holding his staff in his arms, with a large bag of various healing potions at his feet.

She searched through her storage ring all night, fearing that Alex might get seriously injured by her senior sister.

Ophelia stood on the steps, her short, silvery-white hair gleaming faintly in the morning light. She held a tortoise shell in her hand, muttering incantations as she divined whether there would be any unexpected events during today's sparring match.

The divination indicates: There will be a close call, but no real danger.

She put away the tortoise shell and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Jenny also arrived from the back mountain, carrying her ever-present iron sword, and stood quietly in the corner, watching her senior sister standing in the center of the square.

Alice yawned as she walked out of the side door, her hair still messy. After being thrown out of the Scripture Pavilion by her second senior sister yesterday, she was bored and had a sudden inspiration. She started creating a new work based on her conversation with her best friend Mason, and didn't sleep all night again.

"Has it started? It hasn't started yet?" She rubbed her eyes, took out her new work from her storage ring and handed it to Mason. "Here, this is my new work, 'The Hero Returns After Ten Years and Discovers...' Master, I dare not write it, so I can only change the protagonist's name to 'Heroes of All Time'."

Mason was overjoyed upon hearing this and hurriedly took the manuscript. She opened the first page and was astonished. "A hero? No one understands heroes better than me! I'll help my senior sister with some advice..."

Alex walked out from the other end of the corridor.

He was wearing a white training uniform with a black belt around his waist, just like Shirley's. His fourth senior sister had given it to him last night, saying it was the sect's uniform.

The reforged sword hung at his waist, the golden pattern on the scabbard gleaming faintly in the morning light.

His steps were steady, his gaze calm, and a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth.

"Senior Sister." He walked up to Shirley and bowed slightly.

"Here you are!" Shirley grinned and clapped her hands. "I thought you wouldn't dare to come."

"What I promised, I will do." Alex straightened up, his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "Senior sister, please."

"Hey, don't rush." ​​Shirley waved her hand. "You go first with your sword, I'll go bare-handed. Let's warm up with a couple of moves first, before we get serious right away."

Alex did not refuse and slowly drew his reforged sword. The sound of the blade being drawn was clear and resonant, echoing across the silent square.

"A fine weapon," Shirley exclaimed sincerely.

"Thank you." Alex gripped the sword with both hands, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his gaze calm and serene.

Alex made the first move.

The longsword slashed diagonally, the blade tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

Sherry turned to the side, and the blade grazed her clothes.

She didn't retaliate, but simply moved her feet, circling halfway around Alex.

Alex swung his longsword back, slashing at his opponent. Sherry lightly touched the ground with her toes, her figure floating like a willow catkin, barely dodging the sword's edge.

For several moves in a row, she dodged, occasionally using the edge of her palm to block the spine of the sword and deflect the force.

"Senior sister, please make your move." Alex sheathed her sword and took a step back, her brows furrowed slightly.

Shirley blinked: "I'm afraid I'll punch you and send you flying, and then Master will scold me."

"No." Alex gripped the hilt of his sword. "I trust my senior sister."

"Alright then." Shirley flexed her wrists, her orange-gold eyes narrowing. "Be careful."

She stepped onto the ground, and the bluestone slab made a faint cracking sound.

Shirley no longer concealed her aura; an invisible pressure swept over Alex, making him gasp for breath.

This is pure oppression from the body and the will.

Alex was no stranger to powerful figures; the brief power he gained by burning his memories when he unleashed the Holy Sword had once brought him to his peak.

But the senior sister gave him a different feeling: her strength was innate, she didn't need to burn anything, she didn't need to rely on anything, she was just herself.

This is what it means to walk with the wind, this is what it means to have punches and kicks that generate thunder!

Instead of retreating, Alex advanced, thrusting his longsword forward, the tip aimed directly at Sherry's shoulder.

He's trying to force her to take action.

Sherry did not disappoint him.

He reached out with his right hand, fingers spread, and grabbed directly at the blade.

Alex flicked his wrist, deflecting the blade to avoid her palm and aiming for her wrist. Sherry's left hand emerged from below, striking the spine of the sword with her palm.

"clang--"

The reforged longsword emitted a muffled hum, and Alex felt a tremendous force coming from the blade, making his hand go numb and almost causing him to lose his grip on the hilt.

He retreated several steps, his feet carving two shallow marks on the bluestone slab.

"What great strength..." he thought to himself.

"My turn!" Shirley grinned and charged forward.

Her speed was unlike that of someone known for her strength. Alex only had time to parry with his sword before a fist slammed into the blade.

"clang--"

With another loud bang, Alex was knocked back, and in doing so, he switched the sword from his left hand to his right, braced himself against the ground, and barely managed to steady himself.

"Not bad!" Shirley's eyes lit up, and she took two more steps before throwing a punch.

Alex parried with his sword, staggering back three or four steps. His hand was throbbing with pain from the impact, but fortunately, he had figured out his opponent's fighting style of "overpowering all techniques with sheer force."

In the face of absolute power, any skill is futile.

Alex adjusted his breathing, and his swordsmanship suddenly changed, from wide and sweeping slashes to a dense rain of thrusts. Each strike was as fast as lightning, with tricky angles, aimed at Shirley's shoulder, elbow, wrist, knee and other joints.

Shirley's fists and palms flew, blocking and dodging, and although she blocked them all, her offensive rhythm was suppressed.

She took a half step back, creating some distance, and loosely clenched her hands, her orange-gold eyes reflecting Alex's image. "Not bad, now I'm going to get serious."

With that, Shirley leaped into the air, extended one leg, and turned sideways, poised to kick, "Take this flying kick!"

Upon hearing that his opponent was going to get serious, Alex neither dodged nor avoided the attack, preparing to take it head-on with all his might.

He believed that his senior sister knew what she was doing and that even if she was no match for her, she wouldn't be seriously injured.

But at that moment, he noticed a hint of panic in the other person's eyes.

Could it be that she didn't hold back?!

Sherry originally thought the other party would dodge, so she planned to kick the ground and use the shockwave to send the other party flying. Who knew the other party was a fool who actually wanted to take the hit head-on!

At this critical moment, Ji Tian raised his hand and made a grasping motion. Time suddenly froze, slowing down Shirley's flying kick and Alex's blocking stance.

He took a step forward, his figure flashing between the two. He supported Shirley's ankle with his left hand and pinched Alex's sword blade between two fingers of his right hand. The force was completely neutralized, like a mud ox sinking into the sea. The strong wind stopped abruptly, and his robes fluttered.

Let's stop here.