“Ugh!”
Mu Fan groaned as Jun slapped him with the shaft of his spear across his face.
“Bastard!!”
Mu Fan couldn’t help but roar in frustration.
Judging by the numerous bruises on his cheeks, it wasn’t the first time Jun had done something like this.
“Are you using a spear or a staff you bastard?!”
Jun came out of his stance and stood up straight before silently looking at Mu Fan.
Mu Fan gritted his teeth before his figure dashed towards Jun.
His sheathed saber swung down carrying with it a whistling sound as it cut through the air.
Mu Fan wanted to fight at close quarters but Jun took three steps back and jab his spear out. His wrist twisted as it made contact with Mu Fan’s saber. That seemingly small action made Mu Fan’s saber steer off course.