Facing the two men's combined assault, Zhao Zhenye defended with unwavering steadiness, every move perfectly timed and placed.
Even fighting two against one, he relied on his polished moves and techniques to block and counter every attack they sent his way, even finding openings to strike back.
A white halo surrounded him—the force field produced only after fully mastering the Great Azure Void Style. Now, however, it was compressed to within half a foot of his body, exceptionally dense and solid, causing incoming attacks to slow briefly as they approached.
Mister Zhuan had likewise mastered several moves of the Great Azure Void Style, along with their corresponding moves in the Great Bright Light Style. Whenever they closed in, their force fields ground against and collided with each other, gradually forming a twisting tornado around them that swayed as it shot skyward, flashes of light flickering within.
Soon, their battle was no longer confined to the space above the island but spread over the surrounding sea. Vast quantities of seawater were drawn in, whirling around the three of them, only to be torn into countless droplets from time to time and scattered outward like torrential rain.
Masked Mister spoke through mental communication. "Old Zhuan, this fellow's fundamentals are too solid. His defense is steady, and his moves are polished. We could fight all day without getting anywhere."
Mister Zhuan said, "Then use that thing."
"Use it now? Isn't that a little early? I feel like this kid still has something up his sleeve. Why not wait a bit longer and wear him down some more? Besides, he's bound to worry that we have reinforcements, so he should try to break the stalemate himself. We can find a way to counter him then. How does that sound?"
Mister Zhuan did not answer,