"Heh~~"
Seeing the saber-wielder ahead of him impaled through the chest by his Iron Halberd, Zhao Er stood where he was and glanced around. Once he confirmed that all three attackers were dead and no other enemies remained, he looked at the white marks their blades and spears had left on his body. An inexplicable smile suddenly curled his lips.
"So it wasn't that I was too weak. The enemies I ran into before just had methods that were too formidable!"
The fight had ended quickly. From discovering the ambush to finishing the battle, only an instant had passed. There had not even been any back-and-forth fighting; the moment each enemy encountered him, Zhao Er killed them with a single strike.
Yet this encounter had given Zhao Er an accurate sense of where he stood.
Zhao Er had not fought many people. Whether it was Li San before he became a martial artist or the Longwind Gang Leader, he had attacked from ambush, and neither fight had actually been that dangerous.
But being ambushed by those two evil-path experts from the Caiyuan Sect in the valley had almost made Zhao Er doubt himself.
He had spent practically the entire encounter taking a beating. Not only had he failed to track their movements, but even his greatest source of pride, the Nine-Turn Golden Body Art, had been pierced straight through.
If he had not gotten lucky at the end and happened to face blood-drinking evil-path martial artists, Zhao Er might not have survived.
The whole ordeal had been utterly stifling.
But this latest ambush had made Zhao Er reassess his strength.
Those three had been no weaklings, and they had coordinated smoothly. The saber-wielder had even reached the bone tempering realm.
Yet when three opponents of that caliber ambushed Zhao Er,