Waclav Hinton possessed an additional [Agility] talent.
So when he suddenly burst forth, the speed he displayed far exceeded Fourth Order standards.
Coupled with the fact that he was still fairly young, he had great potential to become a high-ranking elite swordsman in the future.
Faced with Waclav's swift assault, Zong Shen's response was no response at all.
Of course, he did not appear overly lax. He at least raised his wooden saber and assumed a somewhat perfunctory defensive stance.
But given the situation, that defense looked more like the result of being unable to react in time.
In the blink of an eye, Waclav Hinton leaped from the edge of the arena seven or eight meters away to right in front of him.
The twin swords in his hands danced with incredible speed, slicing clearly through the air and producing a shrill wail like two pairs of spinning propellers.
Waclav brought the Sword Wheel down upon Zong Shen.
This was his signature technique, with additional armor-breaking effects against frontal blocks and parries.
It also had a certain chance of suppressing the struck target and causing them to drop their weapon.
"Clang!"
"Smack!"
When the Sword Wheel collided with the saber in Zong Shen's hand.
A crisp ring echoed across the arena.
The next moment, Waclav was sent flying by the recoil, shot straight out of the arena, and traced a chaotic arc through the air.
In the end, he landed beside another arena fifty or sixty meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust from the solid marble floor.
When the dust settled, Waclav Hinton had already passed out, blood slowly seeping from his mouth and nose.
The two wooden swords in his hands had shattered into several pieces, scattered in different places.
The blunt-force damage from the fall