Five minutes later.
Once again, the sound of leaves being stepped on could be heard.
Julius Reed swiftly opened his eyes, clutching three willow leaves in his right hand, and hurled them forward!
The willow leaves, like flying daggers, once again stirred up several clouds of blood mist in the air.
Someone collapsed.
"Bravo! Truly marvelous!"
A voice was heard, followed by an old man and several youths emerging from the woods.
"No wonder you're both literate and capable, handsome and suave, with skills unmatched in the world, Julius Reed. You've actually taken down so many of my proud disciples." The old man looked at the corpses on the ground, with little sorrow, and even had a hint of friendliness in his tone.
Of course, this friendliness was fake.
"You are also a master, why so sneaky, and only now do you come out to meet people?" Julius Reed looked at the group in front of him, still maintaining a seated position.
