Having found a new method of winning against the undead, Ning began throwing around a flurry of stabs, targeting just the visors of the helmet the corpses wore.
His attacks were as precise as a master calligrapher making strokes on a large piece of paper. Not a single attack Ning made touched the metal rim of the visor and always went straight into the eyes itself.
The people watched in awe as a single man fought 9 different fighters, each larger than him, wearing heavy armor and holding a large sword.
The way that Ning moved in between those attacks to deliver his strike was something straight out of a story for these people.
As Ning fought, more and more of the Corpses began being unable to see properly. They could only swing aimlessly, which was still annoying. He had to admit.
They were much less dangerous than before, though, so he could move away without worrying about them immediately attacking him.
