Seven people surrounded Zhang Tie. They were all ordinary Warriors below level six. Though they could not be called masters, they had ample fighting experience. Wielding wooden poles and clubs, they encircled Zhang Tie and launched a fierce joint assault. Each targeted a different area, each attacked at a different rhythm. Since he was not allowed to strike back, Zhang Tie had very limited room to maneuver.
Yet within that limited space, amid the constant rain of random blows striking his body, Zhang Tie's performance was rather astonishing.
Ordinary people might not see what Zhang Tie was doing, but in the eyes of the expert watching alongside Lan Yunxi, Zhang Tie was subtly influencing and controlling the rhythm of the entire battle with his footwork. Not only was he controlling the rhythm—he was even actively choosing where those random club strikes landed on his body.
In Zhang Tie's small-range movements, the spots where the weapons of the Warriors surrounding him struck were not determined by those Warriors, but by Zhang Tie himself.
In that brief span of time, the man who had come with Lan Yunxi noticed that one of the Warriors had launched ** consecutive attacks against Zhang Tie. Every strike had targeted a different spot, with no apparent pattern: the back of his neck, left shoulder, right shoulder, lower abdomen, chest, arm, and so on.
Yet in the end, when that club came down on Zhang Tie, its point of impact ultimately became one place—below his left shoulder blade.
The same was true for everyone else.
For an ordinary level-nine Warrior facing a level-five or level-six Warrior, accomplishing this would not be particularly difficult. But how many opponents was Zhang Tie facing? Seven.
This meant that within that cramped space, every second, Zhang Tie's brain had to simultaneously