Ding—
Ding, ding, ding—
A string of metal-on-metal clashes rang out.
Qian swung the Short Sword in his hand, blocking more than a dozen attacks from the two of them in an instant, but there was no trace of joy on his face.
For no other reason than that the pressure these two put on him together was far greater than that of the two Rock Ninja just now.
Those two Rock Ninja had still taken their own safety into account during the fight.
But these two before him were different. Not only did they not care about their own safety, they would even deliberately act as shields to create openings for their companion.
This kind of suicidal fighting style really did leave Qian somewhat flustered.
Under normal circumstances, Qian could absolutely have risked injury to take out one of them first, then deal with the other.
But not now.
Qian glanced at the Kunai in their hands, which glimmered with a dark purplish-black light. If he was not mistaken, they should have been coated with some kind of deadly poison.
Under these circumstances, Qian naturally did not dare let the enemy wound him easily.
So for the time being, he could only make do.
Fortunately, Qian's Swordsmanship was more than a cut above theirs. Once he adapted to the two men's rhythm, he quickly gained the upper hand again.
Before long, several more wounds had appeared on both of them.
But how should it be put?
As expected of mission tools trained by the Root Organization—even after being wounded, their combat strength did not weaken in the slightest.
However, people were still people. No matter how firm their will was, once their bodies could no longer endure, their combat strength would naturally decline.
When that time came, it would