The one firing a rocket launcher at Luo Zi was one of Li Guanghe's elite subordinates, named Meng Tuo.
Although he was one level below Luo Zi, he was ferociously brave.
The long saber in his hand danced in a seamless blur, deflecting all the hail of bullets flying toward him.
Clang, clang, clang.
The sound rang out without end.
Soon, Luo Zi had emptied his magazine, and he hurled away his rifle.
Meng Tuo let out a loud shout and brought down his long saber, first cleaving the rifle in two.
Then he rushed forward on tiptoe and delivered a vicious upward slash, the blade sweeping toward Luo Zi's waist.
A cold smile hung on Luo Zi's face. He pressed his long spear upward, its alloy blade descending from above to lock against Meng Tuo's saber.
Expressionless, Meng Tuo dragged his saber along the ground as he slid forward. His left hand swept behind his waist and drew a short blade, which he slashed horizontally toward Luo Zi's eye.
Luo Zi held his spear shaft across his body and used it as a staff, blocking Meng Tuo's short blade.
Then he flicked his wrist. The long spear sprang up, its tip stabbing toward Meng Tuo's throat.
At that moment, Luo Zi felt a faint pain in his chest. His injuries had not fully healed after all, and moving now inevitably tugged at his wounds.
The fierce thrust immediately slowed slightly.
Meng Tuo gave a loud shout, his eyes flashing sharply. He tilted his head to the side and dodged the thrust, then crossed his sabers and hacked down, sending sheets of blade light cascading over Luo Zi.
Luo Zi grunted and erupted with all his strength. His alloy battle spear lunged like a wild python, its tip trembling beneath