Gu Jiao’s match was another one that left everyone utterly bewildered after that of the Clear Wind Taoist priest.
What on earth was happening?
How did Han Shaoyu suddenly fly out of the ring?
"Did you see what happened?" Cavalry A asked Vanguard B.
"I didn’t, did you see it?" Cavalry B asked Cavalry C.
Cavalry C: "I didn’t either!"
On a high platform at the back of the crowd, Han Lei and Grandpa Han watched in silence as "Xiao Liulang" rode towards the edge of the battlefield.
Grandpa Han said, "Big brother, no wonder Ye’er has been bested by this youngster several times; he really does have some tricks up his sleeve."
Han Lei’s expression was grave, "What happened to Han Shaoyu just now? I clearly didn’t feel any internal energy fluctuations from that kid, so how was Han Shaoyu sent flying by him? Which sect’s technique was that move from?"
Grandpa Han’s silver hair shimmered brilliantly under the scorching sun, his expression as ice-cold as the color of his hair.
His gaze fell upon the youth pacing on horseback; among the many young masters of prominent families on the battlefield, he looked plain but still managed to catch the eye in a crowd.
"It’s not a technique of Jianghu, but a trivial skill," he said.
Han Lei furrowed his brows, perplexed, "A trivial skill?"
Grandpa Han said, "Does big brother still remember the trebuchet?"
Han Lei stood with his hands clasped behind his back and nodded, "I remember. It’s one of the siege war machines, with immense destructive power. It can be used to strike at city gates and walls, as well as to attack soldiers defending the city. Could it be that he was using the same principle just now—"
Grandpa Han hummed affirmatively, "Exactly, he pried Han Shaoyu away just like a stone. The principle is understood, yet few can create such an opportunity and environment to execute it during close combat. He had been calculating the distance of attack, the height of his jump, the angle of his bending, even... the speed of Han Shaoyu’s spear thrust, all clearly mapped out in his mind."
Grandpa Han stated plainly, "The life or death of one man does not change the grand scheme of things. The downfall of the Xuanyuan Family was destined."
On this point, Han Lei did not argue, "Indeed, with the emergence of the Purple Star, Emperor out of Xuanyuan, how could the Emperor keep the Xuanyuan Family around? It’s a pity that the armor didn’t end up in the hands of our Han Family. But let’s not digress; let’s get back to the current selection. Xiao Liulang is tough, and although you didn’t face him in the first round, you might in the next."
Gu Jiao had already ridden off to the spectator area, with the aura of the Black Wind King warding off strangers, isolating a comfortable space for him.
Watching Gu Jiao, Grandpa Han said, "He’s not my match."
Han Lei turned, patting Grandpa Han’s shoulder with a laugh, "Don’t underestimate him, fifth brother."
Looking at Gu Jiao, Han Lei spoke with conviction, "Don’t worry, big brother. I won’t underestimate him. Even if I face Xiao Liulang and I know he’s not my match, I will still give it my all."
Gu Jiao’s next opponent was Mu Qingchen.
He would be facing Wang Xu’s younger brother, Wang Yi, whom he should address as Uncle according to seniority.
Wang Yi said with a smile, "Just because I’m your elder, don’t hold back from attacking me!"
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