Tyler clenched his hands around the hilt of his sword and dashed forward. His left hand drew the sword horizontally as he made a fast strike.
But the projection revealed the lightning boots, and he instantly dodged his attack with ease.
Tyler didn't stop there. He changed his direction as he chased after the projection and slashed his sword.
This time, he couldn't use the previous move, so the projection didn't run. Rather, he raised his sword and crossed his sword against Tyler's sword.
Tyler slowly closed his eyes for a moment.
'I can win this battle. I have superior physical strength. But what about the next one? What about the level after that?'
'I will have a hard time or even fail the trial.'
'Sorry, Miao, I can't follow your instruction. This guy has similar skills to mine, and I can overwhelm him because of my physical strength.'
'So, I am going to use this opportunity to train my left hand. I must get stronger to use swords in both of my hands.'
