C129 He Was Still a Teenager!(2)

He stood up, lifting his left hand to lift the pot lid while a large blade materialized in his right. With a powerful leap, he dashed toward the treetop twenty feet ahead. Mid-flight, a zhang out, he swung his left hand, his right hand's blade slicing through the air in tandem.

A sword thrust through the foliage, a streak of blade light cutting a path forward. Leaves tumbled down