Huh? 'Could it be that Hah'Er has a talent for Swordsmanship too?' Shen Yibin forgot all about the pain in his hand and stared blankly at Hah'Er. He watched as Hah'Er, gripping a bamboo branch, let out a roar and charged toward Xiaoliu. And then... his feet tangled, and he fell to the ground with a loud THUD. Luckily, Maphario had already crawled out of his pocket; otherwise, he would have been flattened into a pancake.
"SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK!" Leaning on its bamboo branch for support, Xiaoliu laughed so hard that tears almost streamed from its eyes. From Hah'Er's initial imposing manner, it thought he actually had some skills. Who would have thought he was even more of a klutz than Shen Yibin?
"Hmph!" Hah'Er climbed up from the ground and glared at Xiaoliu. But a glare was all it was. After that tumble, Hah'Er had lost all desire to spar with Xiaoliu. He tossed the bamboo branch to Shen Yibin, went back to his usual spot, sat down, and rejoined Maphario as a spectator.
