Stone Tortoise!
Chen Ji seemed to have seen where the stone tortoise was.
He swung his blade down from the air, but the force dissipated midway, lacking the might of a dragon stirring the sea or a tiger roaring in the forest.
The Centurion frowned, "What's wrong?"
After landing, Chen Ji stood there in contemplation.
The Centurion was just about to swing his sword down, but Chen Ji stopped him, "Wait a moment."
Wait a moment.
Chen Ji called out to wait, and the Centurion really waited there, slowly pulling back his broadsword.
Chen Ji dragged his long knife to the mountain's edge, where five mad soldiers had formed a circle. He nonchalantly pushed them aside, and surprisingly, they allowed him to do so.
The five mad soldiers exchanged looks and glanced at the Centurion, who gently shook his head. It seemed there was a mutual understanding among them; they all realized something but chose not to expose it.
