Rao Zongzhi narrowed his eyes. Once again, he had been surprised.
There was still nothing on display that revealed his strength: no dazzling swordsmanship, no ghostlike footwork, no exquisite combinations, no deep reserves in his dantian... nothing at all.
No parrying, no blocking-just one hit!
To others, such a tactical choice might seem utterly reckless and unreasonable, leaving himself no room to maneuver. He had even thrown away his sword, yet still dared to grapple with his opponent and throw him. If he failed to get a grip, wouldn't his body be stabbed full of holes?
Yet viewed from another angle, this was the most effective tactic. To dare use it meant he had tempered it through a thousand hammerings and ten thousand refinings. This was powerful confidence.
The third cultivator was about to charge forward when Rao Zongzhi stopped him. "There's no need for another match. Junior Brother Hou is all courage. There's nothing wrong with the Great Wind Plains choosing him!"
He, too, hoped his companions would be stronger. He could see through everyone around him, but this Junior Brother Hou alone remained unfathomable!
Hopefully, he would be able to help.
The group had come in high spirits and left dispirited, too embarrassed to linger and chatter. Though Rao Zongzhi had acted overbearingly, he had still spared their dignity. The two strongest senior brothers representing the Pastoral Marshal Prefecture and Central Army Prefecture had both suffered clean, decisive defeats. There was little point in the others stepping forward. What outcome could they expect besides resounding slaps to the face?
Everyone could see that this Suqiu Tu might have no particularly outstanding skills, but he truly dared to stake his life. He was someone who bound fighting tightly to fighting for his life. Such people often rose unexpectedly to