The Iron Ball was swung back by Lu Jingyun with a cane, and the rebound force was like a mountain pressing down, making Xu Xiangbei's wrist numb, almost unable to hold onto the thread attached to the Iron Ball.
Lu Jingyun's cane was not only a flexible stick but also a sharp sword. Lu Jingyun, like an archer, struck out with his cane like lightning over a dozen times, each strike fierce and powerful.
Clang! Clang! Xu Xiangbei defended against more than a dozen strikes, yet the sharp sword tip actually dented the refined steel Iron Ball. This showed how astounding the power of those strikes was, and how precise each one was.
The best defense is a good offense. If intimidated by Lu Jingyun's momentum and constantly in retreat, it might be that one of his strikes would hit a vital point.
Xu Xiangbei pulled a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, directly opposing Lu Jingyun, went on the offensive, and the four Iron Galls flew out like cannonballs, one after another.
