Shi Le didn't waste words with her; he had a premonition that today would end with either her death or his own. He viciously struck toward her...
The two exchanged seven or eight moves in an instant, with everyone intentionally avoiding them. Dusk had arrived, and the setting sun cast a crimson glow on Zhao Hanzhang's spear. With a thrust, she pierced Shi Le's side, while he simultaneously drove a knife into her shoulder. Zhao Hanzhang ignored the knife in her shoulder, and with a swift twist of her spearhead, she drew it out, slashing toward his neck...
Shi Le wanted to seize the opportunity to kill her with a knife, but he was a step too slow. In a moment of extreme crisis, he instinctively leaned back, narrowly evading the spear that grazed the front of his neck.
