Ning Zhuo's vision suddenly darkened, and he tasted blood in his throat.
In the next moment, Ning Zhuo let out a low shout, mustering all his strength. He transitioned from kneeling on one knee to rebounding, as if his whole being had been compressed to the extreme, then abruptly exploded.
The bronze shield was pushed aside by an inch!
With space to maneuver, Ning Zhuo quickly dodged, then flipped and counterattacked.
The bronze shield, however, was different from before, becoming more agile. It had clearly "adapted" to Ning Zhuo's switch from sword to glove and had developed a targeted response.
Ning Zhuo was not surprised, for the martial arts mastery of the glove was formidable. Naturally, the bronze shield was even stronger.
"Compared to the glove, the shield adds more ways to utilize the environment!"
Ning Zhuo had already sharply sensed the shield's superior aspects.
