TIAN LUO FOREST
It was already nightfall and Anthony was still madly slashing at the trees around him. The knives formed a terrifying whirlpool around him as he slashed around relentlessly. Blood was pouring out of his hands, sores and blisters had formed all over his palms. He was shirtless, exposing his flawless body as he slashed away at the trees. His trousers had become soggy with sweat, some parts of his white trousers had fragments of wood stuck to it. Blood soaked the trousers from the numerous cuts from wood splinters when he was splitting the wood.
Slowly, but surely, they were being broken. However, he was exerting a hundred times the effort to get half the effects. An idea occurred to him and he sneakily used a fist technique to splinter the woods into smaller pieces. However, this method meant that the splinters also went directly into his skin.
