"Swish!"
"Slash!"
Lin Wan extended her right hand and grabbed the opponent's wrist. The dagger was only seven or eight centimeters from her heart, but it couldn't advance any further.
Lu Zheng reached out with his left hand, pinched the dagger between his index and middle fingers, leaving an imprint on the blade, stopping it dead in its tracks.
"Nani!"
The middle-aged man's eyes widened in disbelief.
He pulled back hard, sensing that the two daggers seemed to be suspended in mid-air, immobilized.
In the next moment, his left wrist snapped with a "crack"...
"Ahhhh!"
Crying out in pain, he let go of the dagger aimed at Lu Zheng, flipped his right hand, and a blade appeared between his fingers, slashing toward Lin Wan's neck.
"Smack!"
