Shangguan Hong had never been the sort of clever man who could grasp something at a single hint. When the Dragon King refused to demonstrate the move again, his first reaction was that he had been toyed with. He couldn't help shooting the Dragon King a resentful look.
But the Master of the Masses... Shangguan Hong was confused. Had he really been abandoned again? Zhang Ji had at least squeezed every last bit of usefulness out of him, but the Master of the Masses had never given him any important tasks. All he had done was pass information to the Dragon King, something anyone else could have handled.
I won't die. Shangguan Hong suddenly felt confident. He didn't believe the Dragon King, or even himself, but he believed He Nu, the Wu Dao Divine Skill, the Seven Revolutions Great Return Skill, Moonlit Swordplay, and the specially prepared pills. The Master of the Masses had already paid too great a price. She wouldn't casually let him die.
Still, he didn't understand the purpose of the Dragon King's move.
Shangguan Hong closed his eyes and tried to recall every one of the Dragon King's movements.
Wild Horse didn't move. He wanted to see what new trick Huan Nu could come up with.
Old Man Mu had nearly died beneath Wild Horse's sword, but he still couldn't resist speaking. Lowering his voice, he said, "You idiot, you idiot. There are only twenty-one variations. Is it really that hard to remember them? And when you're facing an enemy, you don't need to use every variation. You have to adapt. If the enemy goes left, you go left; if he goes right, you go right. This move is meant to save your life. Sigh, Shangguan Hong, don't bother thinking about it either. You might as