"FUCK!"
A sharp pain shot through Zhang Beixing's back as a knife sliced his skin, prompting him to curse angrily.
His heart was filled with both anger and relief.
His anger, naturally, was directed at Driver Xiao Wu for being so insidious, silently sneaking up behind him to launch a vicious attack—completely devoid of martial honor!
The relief was because, in that critical moment, his sixth sense as a Martial Artist had saved him.
Otherwise, that single chop would have likely destroyed his kidneys.
Damn it, I really do lack practical combat experience. And they're using knives, too, which makes it so much harder.
Zhang Beixing muttered under his breath, realizing his lack of real combat experience was to blame. If Teacher Liu were here, he definitely wouldn't have been injured by that strike.
Vast experience is crucial!
With this thought, Zhang Beixing turned around and saw Driver Xiao Wu slashing down again with his knife.
"Go to hell! Die!"
