The news that Eredar had suffered repeated defeats in sparring matches against Zhou Chongshan and Xie Liancheng soon reached Zhou Xu's ears.
Zhou Xu smiled faintly when he heard it.
[Looks like the two of them carried out their mission quite smoothly.]
"What was Eredar's reaction? Did he get upset?"
The only thing Zhou Xu was worried about now was that Xie Liancheng might take things too far and drive Eredar into a fit of humiliation and rage.
He could understand the eagerness of Xie Liancheng and Zhou Chongshan, who had finally caught a newcomer they had never fought before and wanted to spar with him to improve their own strength.
But after the two of them had taken turns farming him like a dungeon all afternoon, even the best-tempered person would inevitably feel a little irritated—let alone Eredar, who could hardly be called mild-tempered.
In fact, after being farmed two or three rounds in a row, Eredar had indeed grown irritable for a while.
However, Eredar, a five-star warrior, undeniably possessed extraordinary martial talent.
Being defeated in turn by Xie Liancheng and Zhou Chongshan was certainly embarrassing, and it was certainly frustrating, but he had benefited enormously in the process.
To be completely honest, he had never really paid much attention to the details of his own moves before.
After all, greatsword techniques were inherently broad and powerful, focusing on overwhelming force. Put plainly, you just swung it, and that was that! There was nothing all that complicated about it.
Zhou Chongshan generally did not use greatswords, battle-axes, warhammers, or other short-handled heavy weapons very often, because he knew perfectly well that strength was not his strong suit.
Long-handled weapons were better, since they were easier to wield with both hands and allowed one to borrow clever leverage. Short-handled