"Oh, so that's it, I will continue." After realizing his mistake, Zhu Fan accelerated his attack.
"Hmph, you two are no match for me. I think that kid is scared..." Kawashima said disdainfully.
'Whoosh.'
Suddenly, danger approached swiftly. Kawashima wanted to react, but his body was a beat too late, and then he felt a sharp pain in his foot.
Who? Neither of them moved!
'Whoosh.'
A figure flitted by, the cold gleam slicing through the night sky, as if the wind had paused at this moment.
Kawashima looked at the toothpick embedded in his knee and then at the young man standing not far away. His body slowly fell forward. This deadly move seemed familiar, maybe seen somewhere twenty years ago? No, thirty years ago, or even earlier? Back then, a man named Ren Zhongtian seemed to have used the same killing move. Could it be that he...
Burdened with a huge unanswered question, Kawashima breathed his last.
