CLANG...
The iron ruler and the heavy steel saber clashed, sending sparks flying. They were exceptionally bright in the pitch-black forest.
Wang Mazi felt the webbing between his thumb and forefinger go numb, nearly losing his grip on the heavy steel saber. A cold sweat broke out on his back.
'What a shame,' Zhao Lin thought. 'If I were using my wrought-copper staff, that blow would have definitely sent his weapon flying.' But for the convenience of flight, he had chosen the iron ruler as his weapon.
After his iron ruler had been bent during the assassination attempt on Wang Dazhao at the Tiger Head Gang's headquarters, he had specially commissioned a blacksmith to forge a new one from refined steel.
Although it didn't allow him to fully leverage his superior strength, it wouldn't break easily either.
In the darkness, the five of them exchanged dozens of blows in a fierce, dizzying flurry.
