Theron's palm collided smoothly, his blade hitching back.
These disciples were powerful, but Theron realized something quite odd about them the moment he started his attack.
Their understanding of combat, their fighting skill, and their experience on a battlefield were highly limited. Not only did they have no idea how to coordinate with one another—their cooperation only making them about half as strong as they would be normally—but even in a one-on-one setting, when flustered, they had no idea how to read and respond.
Theron had been taking a chance by attacking them like this, half expecting to sustain some injuries in exchange for a quick victory. But in the end, he didn't suffer a single wound. They were almost…
Pathetic.
The chest of the disciple caved in, and his eyes went white.
All five fell to the ground, but Theron didn't stop moving.
