He spun halfway in the air, released his hand, and extended it forward.

Crack!

"Human Martial Spear - Soaring Dragon!"

He removed the chain from the gun handle, and the cross-shaped gun shot straight at Bessie's face like a swimming dragon.

laugh!

Bessie quickly turned her head away, but the sickle still managed to scrape a gash on her cheek.

call!

Donald swung the chain, pulling back the cross-shaped gun that had been fired straight at him. He swung it in a complete circle above his head, making a whooshing sound, and then hurled it at Bessie.

"I won't fall for the same trick twice!"

Bessie bent slightly, preparing to rush forward, but the cross-shaped spear suddenly increased its distance, and the chain in the middle directly wrapped around Bessie's blade. After spinning a few times, the blade of the cross-shaped spear swung straight towards Bessie's head.

"That guy!"

Bessie gritted her teeth, gripped the hilt of her sword with both hands, and pulled back forcefully, her body also retreating at that moment. She managed to strike the cross-shaped spear that was right in front of her, knocking it off its trajectory and sending the spear tip piercing the ground.

Splash!

As soon as Bessie finished doing all this, she felt the blade vibrate and the chains wrapped around it tremble. Donald pulled the chains hard, and Bessie felt a strong force pulling her forward. Donald's body also rushed forward, and in an instant he was in front of Bessie. He clenched his free hand into a fist and punched Bessie's face with domineering force.

Bang!

However, at that moment, Bessie also released one hand, thrusting her elbow forward to collide with Donald's fist.

His expression hardened, and he rammed his head straight into the object.

Donald's face also turned ferocious, and he kicked out with a powerful kick, hitting Bessie in the abdomen.

Bessie's powerful forehead collided with Donald's face, while Donald's powerful leg kicked Bessie in the stomach.

Bang!!

Whoosh!

The chains flew off, and the two of them retreated about ten meters in unison.

Bessie swayed for a moment, then regained his balance. He looked down at the dented and shattered armor, exhaled, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Donald raised his arm high, and the cross-shaped gun flew back under the guidance of the chain, was caught by the chain, and returned to his hand. He held the gun with the tip pointing downwards and the handle behind his back, assuming a gun-holding posture, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Bang!

The commotion of the battle nearby stirred up a gust of wind, which billowed Donald's cloak and Bessie's hair.

"Your swordsmanship is quite good," Donald said.

“Your marksmanship isn’t bad either,” Bessie said coldly.