The spinning long-handled knife whipped up a whirlwind of death, the blade and handle constructing a flawless "circle." Daring to step in leads to death; attempting to move forward results in failure.
An impulsive strike didn't achieve its full power; the Ranger freely spun his shield, relying on the electrical whirl on the round shield to create another defensive "circle." The knife's momentum dissipated; finger strikes flashed out, cunningly targeting the eyes, while the right leg simultaneously aimed at the Ranger's ankle. Ranger Vitt transformed his slash, making the stone-ax handle smash down like a staff. The force broke Qin Qianbai's techniques; both sides retreated simultaneously, ending the 38th round—
No one was injured. No one was exhausted. No one found the surefire method to defeat the enemy with one strike.
Still a stalemate.
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"Boss, I kind of see it clearly," Senben's subordinate said in a daze.
"I see it too," Senben said in a low voice, "Everyone sees it."
