In the end, only the black-clad leader remained.
"You are indeed formidable," the black-clad figure said, "but you can't always be this lucky."
Before he finished speaking, the black-clad man suddenly pulled out a dagger from his chest and stabbed at Luo Chen.
Seeing this, Qing Shuang hurriedly intervened, but was still a step too late. The dagger slashed Luo Chen's shoulder.
Enduring the pain, Luo Chen struck the black-clad man's chest with his palm, sending him flying.
The black-clad man fell to the ground, struggled a few times, and then lay still.
Luo Chen and Qing Shuang exchanged glances, seeing exhaustion and relief in each other's eyes.
They knew that although this battle was tough, they had won once again.
"Let's go," Luo Chen said, "let's leave this place first."
Qing Shuang nodded, and the two supported each other as they walked toward the exit of Heifeng Ridge.
