In a long-distance race, Tong Mu was naturally no match for the disciples with greater mastery of the Divine Movement Skill.
But a distance of a hundred zhang could be covered by a cultivator in a few breaths. Thus, even though the other disciples gave it their all, it was difficult to overcome the initial disadvantage.
Zong Song was the only exception. By the halfway point, his speed had already surpassed Tong Mu's, and the distance between them closed rapidly.
With less than twenty zhang to the finish line and the sound of footsteps behind him growing louder, Tong Mu remembered Zhao Lin's advice. He veered to the left, shifting over two spaces and positioning himself directly in front of Zong Song.
Zong Song was startled and quickly changed direction, trying to overtake Tong Mu from the other side.
Tong Mu remembered Zhao Lin had only told him to block once. Thinking of nothing else, he just closed his eyes and charged forward.
WHOOSH...
