Ah! Ah! Ah!
The brothers of the Brotherhood of Sword Spike were somewhat unbearable, and many would immediately flinch at the slightest pain, instinctively evading and parrying.
But in such close-quarters combat, what matters is the blood courage; the moment fear and retreat emerge, the enemy will inevitably cling on relentlessly, pressing step by step, awaiting them with a storm-like attack, attack, and attack again.
The Laiserman people demonstrated in action what it means that offense is the best defense. When their attacks suppressed the enemy so much that they couldn't lift their heads, how could the enemy find time to attack?
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Those solid wooden sticks couldn't withstand the storm-like attacks of the Laiserman; many were forcibly snapped by them.
These Laiserman were unhurried and composed, each employing different tactics.
Some used the broken sticks like short rods.
Some snatched weapons from the enemy's hands.
