He held a warhammer in one hand, touched a stone on his belt, and another warhammer appeared. Suddenly, two hammers rained down on him, making him even harder to hit. Turning around and retreating, Yan Xiaobao watched as the expert before him broke into a cold sweat. To advance instead of retreat, he needed to take a blow from the hammers, and even a single hit would be enough to seriously injure him. However, he couldn't continue to retreat. With determination in his eyes, Yan Xiaobao focused on Speed Flow while watching the hammers. He slowly weaved in and out. Everything seemed to slow down as he took a step forward instead of backward. Then came another step, his body twisting, his waist rotating.
His body was twisted to the limit, and it was impossible for him to completely avoid the hammers falling on him. Realizing he was going to take a hit regardless, Yan Xiaobao twisted as much as possible, ensuring the hammers would only hit one of his arms.
