The Swift Sword that struck from behind was fast and venomous, fiercely biting towards Xial's underarm.
In the fleeting moment, the blade's edge precisely captured the gap left for holding the lance in the right arm's shoulder armor, a testament to matchless swordsmanship.
Xial was too slow to dodge and got stabbed, the pain causing his body to suddenly curl up and fall forward.
However, the blade's length penetrated merely an inch into the armor gap, halted by the chain mail beneath the armpit, unable to advance further.
Presumably, even a master swordsman wouldn't have expected someone to go through the trouble of wearing a full suit of heavy armor outside of battle.
The attack having failed, the swordsman strode forward, aiming to stab at the downed knight's groin.
What greeted him was the dark muzzle of a gun.
The shattered lamp, the knight on the ground, the silent swordsman, the bewildered militiamen; time seemed to freeze at this moment.
