Liang Ban Hu is the opponent Tang Thirty-Six was about to face.
“Your True Essence capacity and purity is definitely below that of the opponent’s.”
Chen Chang Sheng put down the branch and looked at the negligent expression on Tang Thirty-Six’s face, seriously saying: “Even if you haven’t been as lazy in the Capital as you had been back at Wen Shui, you should be aware of how diligent the disciples of Li Mountain are in their sword training, therefore, there’s no contesting the fact that you’re inferior to the opponent.”
Tang Thirty-Six threw out his hands, indicating that he didn’t think otherwise.
Chen Chang Sheng gave the stream bank a glance, continuing: “Your levels aren’t too different, without breaking through that barrier, differences at the upper stage of the Meditation Realm shouldn’t have much of an effect in battling, therefore, if you want to win, you can only concentrate upon your moves in order to make a difference.”
Tang Thirty-Six’s expression became serious, asking: “How should I proceed?”
Chen Chang Shen answered: “Seizing attacks; continuously seizing the opportunity to attack.”
Tang Thirty-Six’s eyebrow twitched: “Isn’t that the same tactic you and Xuan Yuan Po used in the first round?”
Chen Chang Sheng said: “It’s not the same, all seizing attacks are nothing more than feints, you have to prepare at least 20 moves in advance as manoeuvres you can chain together, not giving Liang Ban Hu any chance to think. Striving for a mistake in his judgement and once your sword momentum surges, he will definitely believe that you will use the Three Forms of Wen Shui, at this moment, an opportunity will rise.”
Speaking up to this point, he once again picked up the branch and then wrote a few words on the ground.