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"Good!" The bald old man cheered for the confidence displayed by his disciple. He nodded his head, his gaze falling on the bandaged Lance, "I will call the doctor to check your injury again..."

"No need, a day's time is about enough."

Lance unfastened his bandage, revealing a long, slim, brown scar. Under the effects of the strong medication applied and the synchronized healing of the breathing method, the injury caused by the president of the Secret Sword Association has basically healed and would not affect Lance's combat power.

He could feel that his spiritual will and emotions were in a heightened state. Continuing to fight under these circumstances was the best choice. Resting for a few more days, on the contrary, would cause his momentum to drop, which would have a negative impact.

There was a rustling sound.

A wide, light-colored trench coat was draped over Lance's back. He took a big step forward, a long scar across his chest, his right hand holding a sword.