The man in his thirties thought that with his weapon, Ye Qiu wouldn't be a match for him. However, he was unaware that Ye Qiu hadn't even started to fight him seriously yet.
When the stick in Ye Qiu's hand was almost entirely slashed by the sharp blade, Ye Qiu nonchalantly plucked a leaf from a nearby tree. After channeling a surge of Spiritual Energy into it, the leaf turned as hard as iron and flew directly toward the man's face.
"Ah!"
The man let out a miserable scream as the leaf scraped across his face, leaving a bleeding gash!
"How is this possible?"
He couldn't believe it—this young man turned out to be so formidable.
Had this young man's cultivation in the Martial Way already reached the level of "flying flowers and plucking leaves, all capable of wounding"? If so, the man knew he couldn't possibly stand against Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu casually plucked a few more leaves and sent them flying toward his opponent. The man used his sharp blade to block the incoming leaves.
