A dense flurry of sleet, whipped up by the fierce wind, pelted Chen Cheng, enveloping him completely.
Amidst the swirling wind and snow, Chen Cheng stood motionless, his gaze sharp as he gripped the saber hilt at his waist.
The man in black was none other than Ren Fei, who had come to kill Chen Cheng. The Flying Saber he threw was a fleeting blur, as fast as a lightning strike and hidden within the dense, raging blizzard, making it impossible to guard against.
Ren Fei's timing was impeccable, bordering on miraculous. He had taken full advantage of the weather and his position. It was a single throw—ruthless, fast, precise, and stealthy. A strike meant to kill in one blow.
A cruel smile spread across Ren Fei's face, hidden beneath his conical hat and black cloth mask.
