C76

"I surrender!"

On Mount Shu, a man dressed in green put away his sword in a sorry state, bowing with his hands folded in front of his chest. Looking at his face, he seemed to be in his early thirties. Two strands of black hair swayed in the wind, unspeakably floating in the air.

"Senior Jian Chen, let's fight another dozen rounds!"

A youth brandished an axe, blade, and spear