"Kill, kill, kill..."
Black-and-White Bear felt like a swordfish swimming against the current. The spears thrusting at him from ahead were dense and powerful, clanging against his Vermilion Bird Fish-Scale Armor. Sparks danced across the armor, each thrust like a downpour hammering a tin roof.
His entire field of vision was filled with the cold gleam of tightly packed spearheads. His Vermilion Bird Fish-Scale Armor was already covered in white marks, souvenirs left by the Bohemian spearmen with every all-out thrust.
Black-and-White Bear remained calm. Turning sideways, he raised his shoulder and arm slightly to protect his relatively vulnerable neck, then charged several steps forward. After snapping two spear shafts, he spun sharply, and the Mo Dao dragging along the ground followed the sweep of his arms in a diagonal upward slash.
Amid a rapid series of sharp cracks as blade severed wood, the six spears that had been pressing against Black-and-White Bear and holding him back snapped under the sweep of his Mo Dao.
The Bohemian spearmen whose weapons had broken cried out in alarm. Frightened though they were, their training kept them from panicking. Those without weapons retreated, while the spearmen behind them quickly stepped forward to fill the gaps.
Black-and-White Bear seized the opening as the ranks exchanged places. Following the swing of his Mo Dao and the momentum of its weight, he spun once more, the weapon revolving with him as he unleashed Whirlwind Slash.
Of the six spearmen who stepped forward to replace their comrades, five were instantly cut in two amid sprays of bloody mist. Their chain mail was as flimsy as a folded sheet of A4 paper.
The Bohemians facing Black-and-White Bear trembled.
They watched the blood-drenched, ironclad monster spin and draw back his Mo Dao. The intestines hanging from its blade were