WHIRR! WHIRR! WHIRR! Zhaang Dahong gave the iron staff in his hands a slight shake, and it let out a series of whistles. Zhaang Dahong chuckled sinisterly and said, "Zhaang Ye, this iron staff in my hand is my own creation. It weighs two hundred and nineteen jin. A year ago, I used this staff to sweep a guy at the Early Stage of Martial Arts Third Layer in half at the waist. I want to see just how many moves you can last against it!"
As he spoke, the iron staff in his hand let out a piercing "WHIRR!" as he swept it toward Zhaang Ye. Although this strike was just the simple "Sweeping Thousand Armies," its power was considerable. The sharp whistle produced by the staff's movement inwardly startled even Zhaang Ye.
