Without a weapon, he was at a disadvantage in a fight.
If not for the Boar God Tyrant Body, Zhao Ritian would have already been covered in wounds and unable to fight. His windpipe might even have been cut open.
Zhao Ritian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared fixedly at the Strategist.
"Heh heh heh heh heh heh..." The Strategist wore an evil smile, lowering his head with the corners of his mouth spread wide before slowly raising it. "What a sturdy young man. Your protective martial art is incredibly powerful. But..."
The Strategist threw back his head, fully displaying his sinister grin. "Against my swift blades, how long can you hold out barehanded?"
Zhao Ritian gritted his teeth. "Despicable!"
"Despicable? Heh, you're the foolish one."
The Strategist said, "Wandering the martial world without even a suitable weapon. All my earlier probing was to make you reveal your weapon first and confirm whether the intelligence was accurate. Sure enough, you're the sort who can't get a weapon that suits you. Every time, you just grab whatever is at hand on the battlefield and use it. And here..."
The Strategist leaned forward, taunting him mockingly:
"There are only rocks. Ah ha ha ha ha... Ah ha ha ha ha..."
After saying that, he burst into laughter.
Zhao Ritian looked around. Indeed, he had searched carefully before. There was nothing here but rocks.
The Strategist stepped on a rock with the tip of his foot and scraped it backward. The rock rolled onto the top of his foot, and he kicked it out. "Catch!"
Zhao Ritian sidestepped and dodged it.
"Hahaha! Don't like this one?"
The Strategist repeated the maneuver and kicked another rock over. "Then are you satisfied with this one?"
Zhao Ritian sidestepped again, dodging