章節 47: Chapter 47: The Strength of Little Soy Milk

Ye Weiming had made up his mind to kill, but his opponent had no wish to engage in a battle where both would end up losing. But he had no choice. Although Ye Weiming could not outright defeat his opponent, he had control of the fight.

He attacked and retreated at will while his opponent could do nothing but follow his toll, incapable of devising a strategy to counter him.

Just when the battle seemed inevitably headed for a mutual loss, a loud shout came from the woods: "Stop! We're all on the same side. Don't spoil the harmony."

The fight, already far along, would not stop because of a single person's words.

However, at the same time as the shout rang in their ears, a white figure had already rushed between the two fighters. His right hand held a color slightly yellow towel. He suddenly whipped it directly at Ye Weiming's bamboo sword. With his inner strength boosting it, the soft towel seemed to turn into a flexible whip, fiercely lashing on the bamboo sword.