A man clad in fencing attire approached Fang Yi, silently gathering others behind him who appeared to be his followers.
In fencing, there are three types of swords: foil, heavy sword, and epee. Even though it's called a heavy sword, its weight is frighteningly light, almost negligible. At this moment, the man held a heavy sword in his right hand.
As the man came closer, Zhou Haotian furrowed his brows and said in a stern voice, "Zhu Ji, practice your own swordsmanship. There's no need for trouble. But if you insist on trouble, I'll be happy to oblige."
Zhou Haotian raised the fencing sword in his hand, pointing it straight at the man named Zhu Ji.
Zhu Ji cracked a slight smile and said, "Zhou Haotian, I know well the level of your swordsmanship. You're not worthy."
Zhou Haotian's expression turned slightly embarrassed, and just as he was about to speak, Fang Yi stepped forward.
Fang Yi took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and took a drag.
