Chang Geng had nowhere to run, so he clenched his teeth, gripped the sword with both hands, then swung from the bottom up. The two iron swords collided together - Chang Geng's wrist twitched, his sword directly fell off to the ground, cold sweat had started to break out. He subconsciously leaned back - the puppet's sword landed at a distance of a gripped hand in front of his forehead.

There was a ray of cold hue on the blade.

The small courtyard was quiet, only Chang Geng’s fierce gasping and the “rumbling” power in the body of the puppet could be heard.

Gu Yun did not make any comments, nor did he come forward to give any instructions. He sat down next to the stone table in the courtyard, took out a small cup, untied the wine jug at his waist, then watched Chang Geng be chased by the iron puppet as a complimentary dish for his drink.

As Chang Geng caught a glance of Gu Yun, his mood became even more unstable.

On one hand, he was like a young little peacock that had yet to grow up, but was already eager to show off his wings and tail for the other to look at. On the other hand, his insides were filled with worries and frustration, just looking at Gu Yun was already making him dizzy.

The flame of will in the young boy’s chest swayed back and forth between exploding and dying out. The puppet did not understand the situation, white steam spewed out under its feet, launching it forwards a few steps, once again using its starting stance and thrusting its sword towards Chang Geng.

Chang Geng raised his sword to his shoulder and took the initiative to charge forward, desperately trying to remember the trick Gu Yun had used to knock the sword out of his hand with a single dagger back in Governor Guo's house.

Gu Yun played with the small wine cup in his hand, clucked his tongue, shaking his head as he watched.

The edges of the two iron swords came in contact, and sparks started to fly. The hilt of the sword created an unbearable pressure wave yet again. Chang Geng's sword was not able to reach the intended destination, but he was already out of strength, and his sword ended up slipping out of his grip again and flew three feet away.

The puppet was used for sparring, it would not hurt people. The purple light in its eyes extinguished a few times. It retracted the sword hanging over the top of Chang Geng’s head then backed away once again, changing its standing posture.

Chang Geng’s forehead started to sweat, he couldn’t help but divert his focus and sneak a peek at Gu Yun again. He thought with annoyance: “He is not going to leave today? What is so good to watch!”