The two took the same stance, holding the hilt with both hands while a mocking smile appeared over their faces. They stood side-by-side, their posture open and overconfident, treating William as if he were a stationary target at a practice range rather than a living combatant.
They took him lightly enough that none ever considered the need to use their spirits while fighting him. To these disciples, using a spirit manifestation against a porter was like using a siege engine to kill a mosquito; it was a waste of energy and a stain on their pride.
William heard about the spirit type of this clan; it was all related to fiery salamanders. He also recognised the fighting technique the two were using just from that sword stance.
In his past life, he had dissected the combat patterns of the Rockos clan a thousand times. He knew the weight distribution, the focal point of the strike, and the recovery time of their movements.
