Watching the dense fog drift towards his face, Gunter didn't spare it a glance before thrusting his great sword forward.
The icy gleam hadn't even hit its mark, yet the howling sword wind had already scattered the fog!
Seeing no escape, Jean could only grit his teeth and turn to fight, two sturdy arms splitting from his shoulder blades to grab the short sword and knife for defense!
"Clang—!"
A crisp sound shattered the short sword and knife in his hands; he couldn't even see from where the sword blade came crashing down, and he flew back over a hundred meters, rolling until he lay prone in the forest.
"Cough—"
Jean spat a mouthful of fresh blood, using a nearby pine tree to stand up stumblingly from the ground.
The previous strike not only shattered his weapons but also cracked his wrist bones.
Furthermore, the scattered iron coins and sword Qi had left wounds all over his body!
