What was that feeling... an illusion, a realm, or having confidence in one's strategy, in a blink of an eye, Black Blade realized the chasm in their realms, perhaps he had no chance of winning at all.

"Draw your sword, young man." The one speaking was Gandalf, making a gesture with his hand as if to say 'do proceed'.

At this moment, a cold sweat was already forming on Black Blade's forehead. It wasn't that he was afraid to draw his sword. Damn drawing the sword, where on his body was there any sort of sword? Despite trying to maneuver himself out, he found himself in deeper water. He couldn't find any openings in his opponent. The other's demeanor was too casual, a calm exterior masking an endless mysterious power, making him not daring to hastily approach. The feeling was as if even a single moment of carelessness would result in a total defeat.

Meanwhile, Gandalf shook his head with a laugh. The thoughts of this youngster were truly numerous. It's good to have a lot of thoughts, but he feared that the boy might not have enough thoughts.

His old bones were well known in the Martial Arts Hall, guiding newcomers, and aiding Amelia in her body technique battles, that's about it. Now with his advancing age, his strength wasn't enough anymore. Instead of seeing him as a powerhouse, people see him as a scrawny old man trying to intimidate people. "Don't act rashly, boy. Please, please, don't make your move. Just give me some more time and I'll definitely back down."

However, Black Blade's actions made Gandalf want to swear. He was ignorant and impulsive. This lad was simply beyond redemption. As he watched his opponent get increasingly closer, and then taking note of the expressions of the others, Gandalf felt a fiery gaze constantly burning into him.

Indeed, as a grandmaster, Gandalf was indeed a powerful entity. But that was all in the past. Now he had no idea whether his old body could withstand the upcoming fight. However, the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be launched. Suddenly, with a stomp of his foot, the ground roared, Boom!

This aura was simply astonishing. What kind of aura was needed to emit such powerful prowess? Black Blade's complexion changed instantly, he hadn't planned on violently attacking at all. After this incident, his advancing footsteps became even slower.

"Hahahahaha..." Gandalf laughed heartily, standing tall with his hands behind his back. Despite his laughter carrying a hint of worldly wit, deep down he was hoping that the foolish boy would show some restraint. Don't come any closer, my old bones wouldn't be able to handle your commotion.

"Burp!" Gandalf's laughter abruptly stopped, because Black Blade was already getting closer and closer to him. What should he do now? To fight or not to fight? Although he could fight, unfortunately, he had sprained his foot a few days ago. The bigger problem was that many of his disciples thought he was sure to win, capable of teaching this lad a lesson, hence they didn't fight over it and were waiting to see the outcome. This was indeed embarrassing.

"Hahahaha, young man, eagerness will only ruin your plans." Gandalf laughed and nodded, "My little friend, let me take a trip to the restroom."

Black Blade was completely taken aback. Their opponent clearly had the disposition of a reclusive expert but why suddenly he wanted to go to the restroom. Did he misjudge? Black Blade glanced at Thunder Dragon questioning why this was happening.

Thunder Dragon nodded with a hint of a smile playing at his lips. Black Blade may not see this, but he couldn't fool the powerful Thunder Dragon. As for Gandalf, he had heard some of this old fool's fame back in the days. He did fare fairly well in his time, because he could manage few moves against anyone he came across. But his era had passed, those stubborn old people need some hard lessons, let him wait and see.

Feng Yi's Heavenly Communication rang suddenly. The caller was not from the Military Department or his friend, but the direct call from the head of the Bounty Tribe, sent by Gandalf himself, specifically for A-level members. It was not hard to understand why, members who hadn't reached this level would be of no use even if they went.

You have to give it to Gandalf, he knew his limits. He might manage against one elderly, but how would he face two or three? If he couldn't even see through Thunder Dragon's strength, he might as well be dead. Especially, that Thunder Dragon, even he couldn't see through his realm. There were only two possibilities. First: Thunder Dragon was an ordinary person with no realm to speak of which would naturally be impossible to see through. Second: his realm was beyond Gandalf's, making it impossible for him to see clearly. But either realm was worth guarding against, so Gandalf decided to try and contact nearby members.

After a while, Gandalf returned: "Young man, you are destined to spar with me."

Black Blade wasn't a fool. If he couldn't hear the lack of confidence in Gandalf's words, then he hasn't fully got it. He retorted: "Do you dare to accept?"

"Martial Artists are fundamentally kind. The so-called 'kindness is invincible'. To treat enemies with a kind heart can truly be called the broad-mindedness of a martial artist. A high realm is not obsessed with things or forms. Hahaha, young man, do you know this?"

"Are you talking so much because you're scared? Are you going to fight or not, old man?"

Gandalf's speech abruptly stopped, as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly while singing at the climax of a karaoke song. Damn it, do they really think old men are easy to bully? Not fighting with you shows my magnanimity, fighting you doesn't mean I can't. Wors case, I'll just send a Heavenly Communication. When you get old, you naturally value your life. Gandalf would absolutely not fight if there wasn't a compelling reason.

"Elder Gandalf, it's been a long time since we've met, how are you?" A sudden voice rose.

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