The nail head hammer, forged in one piece, swung down from high above, the ear-piercing sound of slicing through the air accompanying an oppressively powerful force that even blew away the surrounding fog.
Such a blunt weapon, specifically designed for can-opening, was imbued with a kind of power-based beauty, but Feng Xue had no time to appreciate this beauty at the moment.
With a flick of his left hand, an indescribable stick fell from his sleeve. Feng Xue wielded it with sword techniques, but instead of colliding with the nail head hammer, he used the force at the moment of contact to deflect the hammer's center of gravity with the method of Washing Sword. Only upon exerting strength did Feng Xue realize how ridiculously strong the female knight was.
The Suffocation Blade that had penetrated the racehorse maiden's body also swiftly acted, leveraging both the pry bar and Short Blade together, like pliers, to fend off the hammer's bombardment.
