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Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the young man in green clothes walked up to Fang Wang. It was the first time he had been stared at by so many people at once, and his youthful heart inevitably felt apprehensive.
The young man looked up and met Fang Wang's gaze. With a warm smile on his face, Fang Wang encouraged him with his eyes, easing his tension significantly.
He took a deep breath, raised the wooden sword in his hand, and began to swing it.
Everyone stared at him, curious to see if he could remember all the sword moves.
As the young man began to swing his sword, the moves were initially a bit stiff. But once he closed his eyes, the moves became fluid, as if he had been practicing for many years.
"Eh? Could this kid be a swordsmanship prodigy?"
"Isn't that Fang Bai?"
"The boy is usually introverted, not much for talking. Now he seems to be seizing the opportunity."