"Yu Brother, the visitor comes with ill intent, grab your weapon!" Ma Yuzhao said aloud.
Yu Chenfeng was already prepared. Upon hearing this, he reached under his bed to grab a pair of small hammers.
They were small copper hammers with fist-sized heads, arm-length handles, and chains.
Lin Qianxuan didn't wait for his opponents to be ready. He twisted his spear, stepped forward, and fiercely thrust at Ma Yuzhao.
At some point, Ma Yuzhao had a feather fan in his hand.
It seemed not to be made from real feathers, but woven from some kind of metal.
The feather fan swung, fanning toward Lin Qianxuan.
Lin Qianxuan's spear suddenly retracted, as he tapped lightly and retreated swiftly.
"Boom~!"
Scorching flames fanned out from the feather fan, covering several meters in front of Lin Qianxuan.
The heat wave swept over, causing him to frown slightly.
