The man gave his hand a flick, and a dagger flashing cold light appeared in his hand. Realizing that John Brown had silently appeared behind him, he knew John Brown was a master, so he didn't dare to act presumptuously and immediately revealed his weapon.
Lowering his body, the dagger struck at John Brown like a vicious snake flicking its tongue.
John Brown was taken aback, realizing at once that this person's first move displayed a powerful strength, not just strong but extremely strong, comparable to the level of Martin Miller, at least.
There weren't many masters like this, John knew, and although he knew of most of them, from this person's figure, they didn't match any of the people he knew.
With a shift in his steps, John Brown lifted his leg to kick towards the opponent's wrist.
The opponent's wrist shook, and the dagger changed from a straight stab to a horizontal slash towards John's ankle. The speed of the move change was something John had to admire.
