"All right, I'll leave the rest to you!"
Zhao Er wasted no words. After taking the intelligence, he slung his weapons onto his back and pushed off with his foot, shooting forward. In an instant, he became a black shadow and vanished from the spot.
"Captain... senior brother Zhao doesn't really look injured..."
The two watched until the black shadow Zhao Er had transformed into disappeared before the thin martial artist leaned over and spoke to Han Zhong.
"Of course senior brother Zhao wasn't injured. Would I have let him take the intelligence otherwise?"
Han Zhong kept his eyes on the distance and answered without turning his head.
He had noticed while supporting Zhao Er that both his heartbeat and his qi-blood were exceptionally steady—so steady that he hardly seemed to have fought at all.
It was not as though Han Zhong had never considered that Zhao Er might be putting on an act. After all, the blood on his body and at the corner of his mouth was real. But after briefly weighing things up, Han Zhong entertained no other thoughts.
Unlike the Clear Source Sect, which was indifferent to its disciples' lives, the Martial Academy took the deaths of its disciples very seriously. If a talented Martial Guard like Zhao Er died, covering it up would be troublesome.
Moreover, Han Zhong knew quite a bit about Zhao Er. He knew Zhao Er was a disciple of Lu Zhi, the Academy Head of the Criminal Law Lineage, and held no ordinary standing.
There was one more thing... Han Zhong himself had no confidence in taking Zhao Er down. Even when Zhao Er had just finished fighting eight Primordial Unity martial artists and claimed he was injured, Han Zhong still had not dared make a move.
"Remember, if he needs