King of All Forms

Many young boys and girls, their faces full of youth and vitality, were dressed in training uniforms, sitting cross-legged around the field. Their eyes were fixed on the center where two figures were rapidly clashing in a sparring match. Their wooden swords collided with each other, producing a clear and crisp sound that echoed throughout the training ground.,“Little Lightning Sword!” exclaimed another person. Li Luo’s sword strike was like a leaping antelope, a flash of light, swift and ruthless. This forced them to admire the first-ranked scholar of Nanheng Academy, truly living up to his reputation.,Li Luo stared blankly at the shadow of Jiang Qing'e, and then he realized that some eyes were cast upon him. Those students, regardless of whether they were male or female, looked at him with a mixture of unwillingness, envy, and strangeness in their eyes.。