An old warehouse.
Two people were practicing with sabers.
Xu Mo's moves were fierce, his saber creating a continuous chain of attacks.
The elder was sparring with him, easily blocking Xu Mo's strikes no matter how they came and counterattacking at the right moments.
Xu Mo had an advantage.
His perceptive abilities almost allowed him to predict the trajectory of movements.
But in front of the elder, his advantage was useless.
Unpredictable.
Even if he predicted correctly, he couldn't react in time.
"Use all your strength," the elder said.
"Boom..." Energy shone upon Xu Mo's War Saber, and a faint light of the saber burst forth.
He swung his saber, radiant as if wanting to break through the air.
Four layers of saber light exploded in succession.
The elder simply knocked aside with his War Saber, effortlessly shattering the saber light.
"Bang."
A powerful rebound force sent Xu Mo flying back; he staggered continuously as he retreated, looking at the elder.