Chapter Three Hundred and Eight: Bai Jing
Chen Nuo spoke in English.
"???"
Cha Wang seemed not to understand what Chen Nuo said. A fierce glare flashed in his eyes as he suddenly let out a growl, and his knife came slashing down!
The strike was both precise and ruthless!
Then, Cha Wang struck emptiness.
To be accurate, as the knife fell, Cha Wang suddenly felt his hand empty. When he looked down, his right hand held nothing.
When he looked up again, the knife was already in his opponent's hand.
Chen Nuo held the blade between two fingers, as if professionally examining it. He lifted the knife, glanced along the blade, and remarked, "Nice knife."
Then, with an expression that seemed almost regretful, he shook his head. "Unfortunately, I don't like using knives. Here, you can have it back."
After speaking, he casually returned the knife.
Cha Wang: "..."
He gaped, staring at the knife that had been returned to its owner.
He hadn't seen the other person's move at all!
