Of the eight people remaining on the arena, they had long since divided into two groups and stood to one side to watch the outcome of Zhang Xiaohua's fight against the four. Seeing Zhang Xiaohua win so easily, shock filled all their eyes.
Just now, more than twenty people on the arena had split into several groups and fought in pairs. They had exhausted endless effort and spent much thought before barely managing to win. Yet Zhang Xiaohua alone had dismissed four people in a single exchange. The gap between them was painfully obvious.
Thus, the four in one group exchanged glances, nodded at the same time, brandished their Long Swords, and attacked the other four. Clearly, they planned to defeat these four first, then free up their hands to deal with Zhang Xiaohua.
Seeing this, the other four also came to a mutual understanding. With a loud shout, they scattered apart, each choosing an opponent, and began to fight.
Zhang Xiaohua was somewhat surprised by this. He had thought these eight would join forces and attack him together, yet they actually began fighting among themselves first. It was truly beyond his expectations and looked rather strange. Still, this brought him nothing but benefits and no drawbacks, so Zhang Xiaohua continued standing to one side, watching the battle with great interest.
After watching for a moment, Zhang Xiaohua gradually noticed something. The four who had struck first were clearly half a notch stronger than the other four. Moreover, these four seemed to have practiced some kind of combined attack technique. Sometimes two joined hands, sometimes three, yet they handled everything with ease. Could these four have been sent out together by some force? Zhang Xiaohua could not help thinking.
Such an explanation was quite reasonable. That force had failed in