Chapter 489: Close Quarters Combat

Dust flew up, and sword lights filled the sky.

The smoke of gunpowder dissipated, eggshells cracked, and a life was lost.

One had to admit that these two particularly low-level verses of doggerel aptly summarized everything that happened in these few seconds, vibrantly and fittingly capturing the scene.

To put it plainly, the dozens of tea eggs Ji Xiaoge threw from mid-air burst open, kicking up large clouds of dust, while Motan, who had closed in on Iron Bolt at the same moment, didn't hesitate to activate [Fury Red Lotus]. Amplied by [Knight's Technique • Tiger Spear], he instantly unleashed dozens of red sword shadows, each over two meters long, majestic and soaring, their sharpness barely concealed by the dust.