There was a brief fifteen-minute rest between the round of thirty-two and the round of sixteen. The disciples waiting to compete took the opportunity to regulate their breathing and recover their stamina, while the elders gave them last-minute strategic advice.
Zhao Lin was in peak physical condition, so Yang Lin had no particular advice to give. Instead, he emitted a focused beam of ultrasound toward the Xiuzhao viewing stand to eavesdrop on how Zhao Lin's opponent, Jiang Pu, was preparing for the match.
Jiang Pu's uncle, the Cyan Bamboo Sect elder Jiang Zhengyang, said, "Ah Pu, Zhao Lin surpasses you in both strength and speed. Your only advantage is your technique."
"When the match starts, you absolutely cannot fight conventionally. If you want to win as the underdog, you must take a risk and win by surprise. Do you understand?"
Jiang Pu nodded emphatically. "Uncle, I understand. I'll open with the Twisted-Step Elbow-Break and then adapt as the situation develops!"
