Inside his room, Wang Meng abruptly slapped himself. As he replayed the last battle in his mind, he realized he'd screwed up again. In Moo Shan's words, this kind of unnecessarily convoluted fighting style was no different from courting death. His strenuous effort to redirect his opponent's Double Arc Sword Qi had been completely redundant. In that situation, the best choice would have been to do as Du Ziyu had: use the Seven-Star Step to dodge, then counterattack. An opponent has an opening right after they unleash such a powerful move. While he was busy redirecting the Sword Qi, a slightly stronger, more ruthless, or more experienced opponent could have landed a surprise attack and finished him off for good.
After a round of self-reflection, Wang Meng decided to punish himself with an extra ancient hour of training. '…Who is this Du Ziyu, anyway? His name sounds kind of familiar.'
