The remaining bandits scrambled to counterattack, the leader barking orders in a rough, panicked voice. "Spread out and take them down! Don't let those little girls humiliate you!"
Han Qingyu spun her spear in a deathly arc, deflecting a bandit's blade before countering with a sharp thrust. The tip of the spear glowed with a silvery aura as it pierced through the bandit's chest, leaving a gaping hole where his heart used to be.
Wan Ling, on the other hand, danced between her opponents. She used her Radiant Sword Arts with swift precision, the edge of her blade cutting through the air as she parried and countered the bandits' attacks.
She deflected one bandit's clumsy swing and retaliated with a sharp slice, leaving a glowing line across his chest before he collapsed.