Cheng Yuan saw a man with a black face charging towards him, he panicked at first, but quickly adjusted his mindset and steadied himself.
Seeing Tie Zhuzi lunging at him, he already had a plan, to take down this man as quickly as possible.
"Zhuzi, be careful." Wu Jing, seeing the dagger in the opponent's hand, shouted anxiously.
Tie Zhuzi had been through life and death situations with Xiang Yu, gaining rich combat experience.
Before Wu Jing could even remind him, he had already noticed the opponent's subtle movements. He snorted coldly in his heart and swung a punch at Cheng Yuan.
Cheng Yuan saw the opportunity, and with a twist of his body, thrust the dagger towards Tie Zhuzi.
"Shit." Tie Zhuzi anticipated this move from the opponent, adjusted his punch, and aimed it again at Cheng Yuan's head.
At this moment, Cheng Yuan felt conflicted; if he continued to stab, he would have to take the punch from the black-faced man.
