"Senior brother! Attack him from the front, and I'll ambush him from behind! I have a technique that will rob him of his fighting strength the instant it hits!"
Zhao Er stood at the edge of their battle and shouted at the top of his lungs, loud enough for Wu Xing to hear—and, of course, loud enough for the head instructor to hear as well.
But Zhao Er did not care. He wanted his opponent to hear him.
"All right!"
Although Wu Xing did not know exactly what Zhao Er had in mind, his answer rang out from the battlefield.
The moment he answered, his approach to the fight changed.
Clang, clang, clang!
A string of weapon clashes rang out. Wu Xing, who had been weaving and dodging, only occasionally striking with his saber, stopped evading and began using his Heavy Saber to meet his opponent's slashes head-on.
Wu Xing wielded a Heavy Saber, but his style relied on a swift advance followed by a single killing stroke. Zhao Er had already realized that Wu Xing must have cultivated wind-element inner force, outside the five elements—though perhaps calling it wind-element true qi would also work.
Against the head instructor, however, he had originally been forced to keep dodging. Meeting him head-on did nothing to reverse his disadvantage. He still defended far more than he attacked, barely managing to withstand his opponent's blows.
Still, Wu Xing followed Zhao Er's suggestion completely. Zhao Er did not even need to circle behind their opponent; Wu Xing had already shifted his position so that they stood on opposite sides, trapping the head instructor between them.
"He really does think nothing of a Primordial Unity Realm martial artist like me..."
Watching the head instructor turn his back on him completely and continue attacking Wu Xing