"Let's do it!" everyone shouted in unison.
"Today, we're gonna smash some snowmen!" Feng Zhixiao yelled, leading the charge. He rushed out at the front, with his lackeys following behind. Those underlings covered in lime powder couldn't even open their eyes and quickly became the casualties under the knives of Feng Zhixiao and his crew. One swing to the arm, Prince squinted painfully, barely able to see the oncoming enemies, valiantly waving his machete to fend off several attacks.
The lackeys who were hit by the lime finally came to their senses, and both sides engaged in a fierce battle. Although Feng Zhixiao was skinny, he was ruthlessly effective in his attacks. In just a few moves, he had taken down several of Prince's lackeys. The fight was deadlocked, initially with the other side at a disadvantage due to the lime, losing over twenty people. But now, both sides were evenly matched, making the battle intense.
