Chapter 30 Casualties

He took more than ten steps back before steadying himself with the butt of his spear.

"Dad, are you alright?"

Yang Minghao, who had his eyes fixed on Yang Zhenshan the whole time, saw him retreat and quickly approached with concern.

Yang Zhenshan shook his head slightly, eyes riveted on the bearded Hu brute who had just slashed him with a knife.

His hand grasping the spear shaft, his expression growing even grimmer.

This iron spear was brought back from the army by the original body, not a standard military weapon nor a divine weapon, but one intricately crafted by a master.

Since his arrival in this world, he had been using this spear; while not treated particularly delicately—often used to stab rocks and earth walls—it had never been damaged.

However, today, just one strike had bent it and left a deep notch on the spear shaft, nearly severing it.

He had nearly been killed by a single strike!

Yang Zhenshan took a deep breath.