Zhong Zhongyou thought to himself that if he had faced Yang Leng and the other two, he could have defeated them as well. Of course, that was mainly because he possessed an intimate understanding of Sacred Sect martial arts. Though he could win, he could never have done so as effortlessly as this man.
Even so, it gave him enough confidence. Even if this mysterious man's martial arts surpassed his own, the difference could only be limited. With Shan Yuru and the others assisting him, along with so many Heavenly Mandate Cult experts, what was there to fear?
"Is that so?" Song Qingshu chuckled softly and instantly lunged at him.
Zhong Zhongyou had long been on guard. At once, he focused with utmost concentration, intending to hold his opponent back while Shan Yuru and the others closed in around him, then overwhelm him through their numerical advantage.
Who could have expected the mysterious man to abruptly change direction without warning and rush elsewhere? Zhong Zhongyou was left dumbfounded.
Among martial artists, every advance and retreat followed certain signs. From one's gaze, the minute rhythms of hands and feet, and even the path of internal energy circulation, one could judge an opponent's intended attack in advance. The greater one's cultivation and combat experience, the more accurate such judgments became.
But changing direction without the slightest warning went beyond all common sense. It was practically a violation of the fundamental laws of motion!
Zhong Zhongyou had not expected it, and Zhan Yu had expected it even less. He had been following the plan to surround their opponent, merely playing a supporting role at the side. Who would have thought that the mysterious man would charge straight at him?
Thinking of the miserable fate of Xiao Duohun and the other two, Zhan Yu