Lin Fu stumbled forward, sweat covering his face and hair running down. His truncated black hat tumbled away, his cherry wood sword long gone. With trembling hands pressed together, he summoned the last of his energy and his remaining enchanted talismans. They burst from their wooden case, dancing around Dead Pig like yellow butterflies.0

Dead Pig continued to charge while swatting at them, but the talismans darted and weaved around his massive arms. He looked like an ox trying to catch mosquitoes, each movement too slow,...0