He suddenly recalled the first thing his teacher had told him.
"Martial arts is the skill of defeating one's enemy by exerting the least amount of force."
"It is the way of overcoming strength with weakness."
Li Guanyi gripped the knife, his muscles relaxing.
"The first one."
Break Formation, blunt its edge!
Boost my own might—"Military School·Battlefront Chapter."
Li Guanyi discarded the military strategies taught by General Xue from his mind.
He didn't know why, at this moment, that phrase flashed in his mind, prompting him to choose a strategy that required him to expend all his energy to kill one person first.
He stood there, and in that instant, he somehow managed to make the other four assassins reluctant to approach, that sense of natural command over the battlefield, as if he had been through thousands of battles, tempered through countless life-and-death situations, gave the assassins an illusion.