How dull is this?
Blood dripped from the tip of the blade, as Chen Yi raised his knife and stepped forward, his gaze barely settling on the remaining two pale-faced assassins.
These three assassins—rather than exhausting his energy, their true intent was to let Zhao Yan discern the path of his martial arts techniques.
The timing of his breathing, the sharpest and dullest points in his blade technique, the transitions in his footwork, the habits of his arm movements, even the flow of True Qi through his meridians… Zhao Yan, adept at precision assassinations, stared with eyes widened like gaping nostrils, unwilling to miss a single detail.
Chen Yi's mouth curled into a slight grin, and after invigorating his blood, the glint of the cold blade became blindingly bright.
Want to watch?
Then I'll let you watch to your heart's content.
