A soldier walked over and handed the dagger he carried to Qin Yi.
"Thank you!"
Qin Yi took the dagger, and the Flood Dragon Spear in his other hand faded from view.
Cheng Fei held her spear horizontally, pointing it remotely at Qin Yi, "Qin, let me see what you mean by 'an inch shorter, an inch more dangerous'."
Qin Yi's lips curled slightly, "Then you better be careful!"
With that, he kicked off the ground, like an arrow, rushing towards Cheng Fei.
Cheng Fei let out a soft shout, her spear striking like lightning.
"Clang!"
The dagger in Qin Yi's hand swung across, deflecting the spear.
However, Cheng Fei sneered, sweeping the spear horizontally.
"Clang!"
Another deafening clash of metal, the dagger and spear struck against each other.
Immediately followed by a piercing metal grinding sound, Qin Yi quickly as lightning, maneuvered the dagger along the shaft of the spear.
