Tian Wei had not expected Lin Kuang's speed to be so fast. He appeared behind him in the blink of an eye, which immediately made Tian Wei's mood incredibly grim. He already had a high estimation of Lin Kuang, but at this moment, it soared to new heights.
This man… this man is very strong. I'm probably no match for him. I might actually die here this time.
Despite this thought, Tian Wei did not give up; after all, he was an expert himself. His body swirled in a tight circle on the ground, and Lin Kuang's fist grazed harmlessly past his back. Simultaneously, Tian Wei spun around, a cold light glinting from the sharp dagger in his hand as it streaked toward Lin Kuang's throat. In an instant, Lin Kuang's body seemed to become boneless, contorting in an extremely bizarre way that no normal person could possibly achieve.
Watching his dagger slice through the air just over Lin Kuang's head, Tian Wei knew things had gone horribly wrong.
