After hearing Meng Chao's words, Ye Zi calmed his mind and observed for quite some time.
Sure enough, he discovered something.
"This guy has far more scars on the right half of his body than the left, especially on his shoulder. The scars are densely layered over one another—not even half a patch of good flesh remains!"
The youth said excitedly, "So his right shoulder is his weakness!"
"Not bad powers of observation. You have some potential; you're just lacking a bit of experience."
Meng Chao said, "If you had personally dissected a thousand corpses and identified tens of thousands of scars, you would easily notice that the scars on this guy's right side are almost all superficial. They're flesh wounds at most, injuring blood and meat rather than bone, let alone nerves and tendons.
"Especially his right shoulder—his right shoulder muscles are clearly more developed than the left, and even the average diameter of his right arm is half a finger wider than his left. That means his dominant hand must be his right hand. He simply doesn't care about such minor injuries."
Ye Zi froze for a moment, looking somewhat unconvinced.
"I know what you want to ask. If that's the case, why does the right half of his body have so many injuries?"
Meng Chao said, "Because he is an experienced, well-trained warrior.
"Any experienced warrior knows that emerging unscathed from a fierce battle is nearly impossible. But we can choose which part of our body bears the damage. We can even pay the price of superficial wounds to drag the enemy into our traps and rhythm.
"This guy's right side is so strong, yet covered in tiny wounds. Clearly, in actual combat, he often deliberately exposes his right side to lure in enemies. Every tiny scar