“You!” Dace stood and glared at Lyle angrily, at a loss for what to do. How could he fight when he did not have a weapon? At this time, Lyle began to wonder if he really was a practitioner. “Is the saber your true form?” Lyle scorned. Dace did not even know how to attack without his weapon, simply standing on the spot blankly like a fool. Philip laughed at Lyle’s disdain. As expected, the little guy he valued was arrogant, indeed. “That’s enough, the evil spirits are coming.” Philip patted Lyle on the shoulder, not wanting to waste time here. Hearing that, Lyle tossed the weapon back to Dace. Although that guy was annoying, Lyle did not want to see him killed so easily. Dace grabbed his weapon from the air and held it in his arms tightly. He stroked his saber nervously and checked it carefully for any damage. Although he was a practitioner, he was always cooped up at home, popping pills and meditating. He hardly had any combat experience. As a kid from a
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