The battle quickly turned into something far more brutal than the warriors of the Dustwind Clan had expected.
Steel clashed against steel. Fists struck like hammers. The street trembled under the force of Body Tempering practitioners fighting with everything they had.
At first glance, the Dustwind practitioners seemed stronger.
Their movements were sharper. Their strikes carried more experience. Each of them had trained for years, fighting bandits and surviving countless battles.
But the longer the fight continued, the stranger it became.
Bone Fist was trading blows with a broad-shouldered practitioner whose sword moved like a flash of silver. The man slashed across Bone Fist's ribs, leaving a deep wound that would have crippled an ordinary fighter.
But Bone Fist didn't even slow down.
He stepped forward and threw a punch straight at the man's face.
The practitioner barely raised his arm in time.
BAM!
The force pushed him back several steps.
