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Deep into the Cloud Mist Mountain Range, over 3000 kilometers in, on the side of a mountain.
Boom!
A red Sword Qi, five meters long, exploded forth, causing the ground to collapse, ripping open a ravine ten meters long and 0.5 meters wide as if it were made of solid matter.
Boom!
In the midst of the smoke and dust, the red sword light surged again, sweeping through the vegetation over a ten-meter radius, turning it into shreds, as raging winds danced around, forcing the figure in white to retreat thirty meters.
In the middle of the raging winds, the burly Ethan Polis with a combat knife over two meters in length, eyes full of anger, looked towards the young man in white robes standing on the branches a few dozen meters away and said in a deep voice.
"Classmate, you and I have no grudges, isn't a sneak attack a bit underhanded?"
Ethan Polis's heart was filled with anger, as anyone would be when suddenly attacked during meditation.