"In this afternoon's matches, each arena will decide its group's top four. Don't be so eager to win that you give your opponents an opening." Huo Shan looked at his Hidden Force disciples, his expression stern.
"Reaching your group's top four means reaching the final thirty-two. Even if you don't make the rankings in the end, your name will be known throughout the county! Stay sharp, every one of you, and exercise the utmost caution."
"Yes, Master!" the disciples answered in a thunderous chorus.
"We still have some time. Let's go over your opponents again." Huo Shan began analyzing the opponents in each Hidden Force disciple's arena. "We're studying them, and they'll certainly be studying us. When the gap in strength is small, it comes down to wits and courage."
He began with Chu Fan, explaining everything carefully, and only reached Zhao Feng at the very end.
"Zhao Feng, your main opponents in the eighth arena are Xue Jun and Jiang Chuan. Xue Jun specializes in Back-Penetrating Fist, which achieves much the same effect as our Long-Range Pigua through different means. But he has a greater advantage at long range, so get as close as possible and use coiling force! Also, as far as I know, Back-Penetrating Fist emphasizes coordinating the hands, eyes, body movement, and footwork. Watch out for his elusive movements."
"If you face Jiang Chuan, build momentum as much as you can. Keep your guard tight and look for a chance to strike his vital joints with inch force to seize the initiative!"
Zhao Feng nodded repeatedly. His master's advice was much the same as his own thinking. He had not felt particularly confident before, but after hearing this, he felt seventy or eighty percent sure.
After eating, everyone stayed where they were and regulated their breathing,