Over on Qin Shaoping's side, things were relatively better. Though his battle experience was a bit lacking and he appeared somewhat flustered dealing with two Ghost Head Stronghold bandits, he still held the upper hand, employing his swordsmanship with agility and precision. The tip of his long sword always found the weak spots of the bandits, showcasing the brilliance of his skill.
If this continued, as long as nothing drastic happened, he would secure a steady victory.
But on the other side, Tong Zhan's situation looked extremely perilous.
Iron Maiden's iron hammer clashed with fierce booming sounds with every strike. The wind it generated could cut one's skin. Each collision, despite Iron Maiden's slightly declining Qi and blood, was still incredibly heavy, with the force transmitted through the vibrating weapon.
After only three or four clashes, Tong Zhan's war saber had already started to bend, and blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth.
