"You think you're the only one with a knife?"
As Wang Jian charged, he had already decided to draw the firewood knife from behind his back. Facing off against Shou Hou one-on-one, he wasn't the least bit afraid. With no one taking potshots at him anymore, what was there to be scared of?
"Come on!"
The two exchanged several blows, thrusting and parrying, with neither gaining an advantage. Wang Jian was secretly alarmed. Despite his opponent being as skinny as a monkey, the force of the blows made the web of Wang Jian's hand throb.
If Wang Jian felt that way, Shou Hou felt it even more intensely.
Shou Hou swallowed hard and retreated several steps, putting some distance between himself and Wang Jian. He used the brief respite to flex his right hand, which was aching from the clash.
This kid...
He looked like a college student, yet his moves were ferocious. His face had the air of a scholar, and his hands didn't seem accustomed to hard labor.
Where does he get so much strength?
