In the open area where Zhang Beixing now stood, even if he reacted swiftly, with his Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Step graceful beyond compare, he would find it very difficult to dodge!
Is something going to happen? The same thought flashed through many viewers' minds. They subconsciously held their breath, hearts pounding in their throats, feeling both nervous and expectant.
In contrast, Zhang Beixing appeared incomparably Tai Ran.
Through his terrifyingly acute perception, like a cicada sensing the autumn wind before its arrival, he pinpointed the positions of everyone around him.
Zhang Beixing gripped his long spear. Without warning, he swung it as he turned, the spearhead arcing a full one hundred and eighty degrees through the air. His body hadn't fully turned, but the long spear, like a thunderbolt, had already struck.
SHLICK!
The silver spearhead plunged directly into a security guard's neck.
A single thrust to seal the throat!
