The military knife slashed down like a rainbow.
Compared to a chop or a sideways slash, a diagonal cut is harder to dodge, especially when executed in a split second, leaving no time to react.
"Die."
The military knife was wielded with all its strength, his utmost strike, contrasting the imposing slice of the Great Chopping Blade that breaks through the air. The Chrysanthemum Justice was almost silent, deftly tearing through space as if catching the air off guard.
Cold Feng, standing behind the military knife, felt a bad premonition as the unstoppable blade swung.
In the next instant.
Cold Feng's premonition came true.
Locked onto the killing intent, instead of retreating, Li Feng advanced directly towards the military knife.
In Li Feng's hand, the Finger Knife danced between his fingers like a butterfly, and the two swiftly brushed past each other.
The night wind blows.
"Gudu, who won?"
