The Birth of a Technique

*Bam!*

A Spiritual Qi Fist hit the ground as dirt and dust flew into the air, while Wu Long's figure only slightly moved to avoid the move as well as the generated debris while his sword clashed with a chakram.

"The timing was off"

Wu Long's voice was still the same as his normal speech, without being strict or angry, only a little seriousness in his otherwise calm tone. He brushed the chakram off as he stepped to the side, avoiding a staff, and then lightly stomped, his figure gliding to the side as a current of silvery Spiritual Qi came from the point the staff hit but unable to catch up to Wu Long with only a little distance between him and the current's .

"Remember, your chakrams have no weight as soon as they hit the opponent's weapon, and are quite easy to bounce off to either harm your allies or impede your other chakram"

Wu Long spoke as he turned his hand swirling with Spiritual Qi meeting another Spiritual Qi fist and breaking it.