He could not understand formations. He did not recognize runes. And he knew absolutely nothing about Primordial Script.
But fighting?
Xiao Yuanfeng slowly raised his right hand, energy gathering in his palm.
He had waited far too long for this chance. Ever since they arrived on the island, Chen Hao's disciples had been stealing the spotlight, while he, Xu Yunda, Zhang Jingzhou, and Ding Shaokang stood behind them like spectators. It was humiliating.
Now, at last, it was time to compete in sheer strength.
He did not believe he would lose.
Perfected Taiyi's legacy had taught him far more than a few formations.
"Prepare for battle," Qin Xiaoyu called.
The moment she finished speaking, all twelve Wooden Puppets moved at once.
There was no warning. One second they stood motionless like statues; the next, they began to stride forward.
Their ten-meter-tall bodies shook the bluestone floor with every step. Dark gold fists swung down, howling through the air.
Xiao Yuanfeng was the first to meet them.
He shot forward, condensing his spiritual power into a Light Blade and slashing viciously at the nearest Wooden Puppet's calf.
Clang!
The collision rang out like metal striking metal.
The web between Xiao Yuanfeng's thumb and forefinger went numb. His slash left only a faint white mark on the Wooden Puppet's leg. It had not even severed the wooden fibers on the surface.
"It's this hard?"
He had no time to think. The Wooden Puppet's other hand was already sweeping toward him. With the reach of a ten-meter giant, there was no time to dodge.
Xu Yunda charged in from the side and slammed a fist into the Wooden Puppet's wrist joint, diverting its swing.
The force traveled up its arm. Its shoulder cracked, and the entire arm shifted half a meter off course.