The fierce power once again disappeared into thin air, and at the same time, Zhang Zongyuan descended again, wielding his long stick, the scene of his confrontation with Zhang Mozhu reappeared. The whole man along the stick vaulted up, appeared in front of Yang Yan in an instant, his billowing robes like the stiff wings of a fierce eagle.
His agility and decisive actions in the face of the enemy place him firmly within the top three of these 128 competitors.
— If you can find a breather in the gap between strikes with a stick, what about with fists?
Long weapons are slower, short fists are quicker. This is a basic martial principle. Zhang Zongyuan, in the space of three intervals, has completely perceived the situation and has suddenly changed his attack. The blow is directed at Yang Yan's fatal point. And this ability is exactly what Yang Yan has been studying hard from Pei Ye for these past few days.
He really hasn't figured it out yet.
