When the Wooden Sword and the small shield collided, a loud bang echoed through the air. However, the clasp did nothing to even slow the Wooden Sword. It exploded, and the Wooden Sword continued its advance towards the burly man.
The man's face was filled with shock; even if he could dodge faster, it wouldn't do any good. In the blink of an eye, the flying sword was upon him, the cold wind brushing his face.
"I yield!" he shouted without hesitation as he fell to the ground, his voice rising several octaves.
As the Wooden Sword hovered before the man's forehead, a buzzing sound could be heard, then it turned and flew back into Yan Xiaobao's hand.
Yan Xiaobao blinked, startled by the Wooden Sword himself. Before, he had merely practiced with it, unaware of its true power. That was before he began using weightlessness.
After a moment's contemplation, he lifted his chin, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked coldly at the burly man.
