And so a duel began.
On one side stood Qin Ming, fully armed and riding high; on the other stood the Divine Bull Knight, his body mutilated and his weapon a "short stick." He even had only half a head and one hand.
By all appearances, this should have been a one-sided crushing defeat, but that was not the case. The odds were actually sixty-forty, with Qin Ming holding only a slight advantage as he added two more wounds to the Divine Bull Knight's body.
"You actually dared to give me a two-leg, one-hand handicap in a duel? You'll pay for your arrogance!"
A Long-Legged Sardine with a sharp blade on its back raged, casually adding another cut to the Divine Bull Knight's body.
"Your downfall was humiliating and enraging me with that short stick. Die!"
Another Long-Legged Sardine carrying a sharp blade followed up, adding another wound.
"You were clearly the one..."
The Divine Bull Knight nearly spat blood. He felt he had so much to say but no way to get it out, and his chest felt terribly tight. Then a moment's carelessness let another thrust land. Strange black patterns appeared around the wound. This was a kind of curse poison: when the patterns were stabbed again, the wound would explode horrifically, and the patterns would connect to those nearby, setting off a chain reaction.
Knight Qin Ming fought with all his strength, his movements utterly decisive.
In truth, however, his cheeks felt hot, and he was a little embarrassed. Fortunately, he wore a helmet.
He was not ashamed of taking advantage of someone in distress. Rather, the mouths on these two Vicious Small Round Shields were simply too vile. They were outright kicking someone while he was down, leaving him embarrassed. Fortunately, the shields were highly effective,