"It's started, it's started—Zhong Shushu has finally risen to the occasion."
"Place your bets, place your bets. How many seconds do you think the fight will last?"
"Say, does Zhong Shushu count as the best fighter among scholars?"
"Those two little brats spying on us, come out already."
"Quit interrupting! Betting's open!"
"So violent. I love it."
"Could you all keep it down? Let me sleep a little longer. I stayed up too late reading yesterday."
"Four-Eyes, come chat with us."
Zhong Shushu wielded the Wolf Fang Club, relentlessly striking the Blood-Tear Sword. Every blow carried crushing force, battering the Blood-Tear Sword until it had no chance to fight back.
Meanwhile, the Evil Spirit Mirror lay sprawled on the ground, struggling to raise its hand. At last, it grabbed the glasses on its face. The moment it laboriously pulled them off, it let out a low roar and hurled them away.
Aiou and Yucali had also figured things out, deducing the Wolf Fang Club's abilities from the battle.
First was the Wolf Fang Club. Its attack speed was extremely fast, but its most terrifying trait was that its attacks could not be dodged. Every time Zhong Shushu appeared to evade an attack from the Wolf Fang Club, he had not actually dodged it at all. He had merely endured it with his physical strength, then seized the chance to grab the Wolf Fang Club and attack the Blood-Tear Sword.
The Blood-Tear Sword's ability was likely related to blood. Zhong Shushu had been doing everything in his power to avoid being struck. Whenever the Blood-Tear Sword attacked, he instinctively dodged, never once allowing himself to be hit.
Finally, the Evil Spirit Mirror's ability was likely connected to the images reflected in its mirror