767. Number One's Transaction

On the Training Ground, the sound of blades clashing rang out without end.

Sword Saint Puji stood at the center of the field, several tentacles wrapped around swords whipping out afterimages as countless slashes stormed toward Fifteen not far away like a raging downpour.

Fifteen circled Sword Saint Puji without stopping, his twin swords blocking every slash, yet he kept a distance of twenty paces the entire time.

That was the length of Sword Saint Puji's tentacles.

At this extreme distance, he could still barely block the four swords coming from the front.

Once he went deeper, Sword Saint Puji's attacks would no longer be limited to the front, but would come at him from every direction. He had fallen for that in their previous sparring sessions several times.

However, after so many sparring sessions, Fifteen had finally found the weakness of the Puji Body!

Tentacles far longer than arms did indeed hold a huge advantage, but Puji's tentacles had no bones, and their own strength was not particularly overwhelming. In the instant of a hard clash, they could not directly withstand force the way something supported by a skeleton could. They could only rely on rotation to disperse it.

The four tentacles working together made up for this flaw to a certain degree, but a flaw was still a flaw. If he could knock all four tentacles away at the same time—

Fifteen's body suddenly leaned forward, his twin swords drawing back as if he were about to sprint with all his strength.

Sure enough, the four tentacles that had originally been attacking in turns changed their trajectories at the same time. They no longer struck alternately, but instead sealed off every possible route of advance from the front in unison.

However, Fifteen had never intended to sprint in