Lu Xiu was a little bewildered. How had he ended up about to cry in the middle of a fight?
But after glancing past the silver-haired girl in front of her at Wei Yidong, and seeing that baby face of his...
Lu Xiu more or less understood why.
He was basically a chuunibyou teenager.
"I'm not your sister. Don't call me that."
Lu Xiu lightly tossed her ponytail, clearly dissatisfied with the form of address. "It's because you rely too much on your innate skill. Though your talent really is pretty strong, all whoosh-whoosh flames, other people aren't going to just stand there and let you hit them. I don't know what you were planning to unleash at the end, but from the way you fought before, the impression you gave me was this:
"All of your combat logic is built on crushing people with your attributes. Rush in, burn them away, stab through them. If your opponent is weaker than you, you win. If your opponent is stronger than you, or your attributes don't work, you can't do anything. Against an opponent like me, you don't really have any options."
Wei Yidong opened his mouth, wanting to argue, but his lips moved twice and no words came out.
Because what she said was true.
"And your moves are way too straightforward. With every thrust you made just now, I knew where you were going before you even attacked."
Lu Xiu continued, "There were no feints, no probing, no changes in rhythm. You didn't even observe your opponent's center of gravity before attacking. You didn't look like you were fighting at all. You were just betting that I couldn't take your attacks."
"If you'd seriously observed Genichiro's attack logic when you faced him in the instance, you would've understood that