Zhao Lin suddenly realized he was exceptionally skilled at fighting multiple opponents at once.
The moment he activated his echolocation, a 360-degree view formed in his mind. It was like looking down from high above; the movements and posture of everyone around him were perfectly clear.
"You..."
Wang Dazhao felt a cold chill shoot from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head. 'What kind of monster am I facing?'
'Is the gap between a sect and a martial arts dojo really this massive?'
His resolve wavered, and he secretly shot his subordinate, Li Pu, a look, signaling for him to hurry out and get reinforcements.
Li Pu gave a slight nod, took two steps back, then turned and ran for the door.
To draw Zhao Lin's attention, Wang Dazhao leaped forward, raising his saber to strike.
Zhao Lin casually parried with the bent iron ruler. He used the momentum to spin, took a long stride, and appeared behind Li Pu in an instant.
The iron ruler came down, and Li Pu's head burst open.
