"Go to hell!!"
Like a beast in a desperate struggle, Wu Dasan, who had been knocked to the ground by Song Yun's punch, got up again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out that Swiss army knife, with a snap, flicked the blade out, and charged at Song Yun.
"Ah!!"
A chorus of screams erupted at the scene.
Song Yun had his back turned to Wu Dasan, and the distance between them was about three meters. Although the surroundings were filled with screams, if Song Yun were an ordinary person, he'd definitely be too late to dodge or mount an effective counterattack, because at a distance of three meters, it would take less than a second to cover it. Especially for those who have trained in martial arts and have strong explosive power, they could practically cover three meters in half a second. If Song Yun were an ordinary person, he might just barely half-turn, and then, without having had a chance to see what was happening, be stabbed.
