The ignored Tang Thirty-Six didn’t get angry, raising his hand high and patting the yao youth’s broad shoulder, he quietly said: “You remember what was said last night?”
Xuan Yuan Po made a sound of acknowledgement, saying: “Don’t give the opponent any chance to think, use the fastest speed possible to close in on them, then directly strike them down.”
Finishing those words, he suddenly found that Tang Thirty-Six’s expression was a little strange, likewise he found that Luo Luo and Chen Chang Sheng also had a change in their expressions, even Su Mo Yu had his jaw lightly hanging, evincing his surprise.
“What wrong?” he blankly rubbed the back of his head, asking: “Did I get it wrong?”
Tang Thirty-Six sighed as he once again patted him on the shoulder, saying: “You didn’t say it wrong, you were just a little loud.”
It was only then, that Xuan Yuan Po realised the area before the Tower of Purging Dust was quiet as can be; everyone was staring at him with spectacular expressions upon their faces.
His voice was loud and clear, he had answered Tang Thirty-Six very naturally, without thinking to tone down his volume.
Thus, he had informed everyone present of the tactic Orthodox Academy had prepared for him in advance, including his opponent.
Was this battle tactic still going to be effective?