Seeing Wuqing draw out his weapon, Wang Dun touched his lower back and took out two crescent-shaped short knives.
To them, cold weapons were more useful than hot weapons.
And with weapons, their combat strength was definitely higher than fighting barehanded.
Song Yun felt frustrated; he had no weapon handy, only his fists to rely on.
He did have a dagger hidden in his trouser cuff, but it was too ordinary, not the Seven Kill, and thus useless.
Seeing a long spear and two curved knives coming at him, Song Yun still used his boxing style, steady as a mountain, leveraging force against force.
Despite being bare-handed, he undeniably blocked their attack, fighting evenly.
The battle seemed to last forever with no winner emerging.
Finally, Wuqing seized the moment, thrusting his spear towards Song Yun's feet, passing between his legs, sweeping with the spear shaft, forcing Song Yun to leap into the air.
"Good!"
