He played around with the group for a while, but he was just one person facing five people. Even a skilled fighter can't overcome sheer numbers, and coupled with his lack of recent training, his stamina was running out.
A slash from the scar-faced man landed on his arm, and blood immediately gushed out, soaking through his white shirt—a chilling sight.
His gaze hardened as he locked eyes with the scar-faced man. Within his cold, murderous stare, a sharp glint of light suddenly flashed.
The scar-faced man had never encountered anyone with such a gaze, let alone someone with such an overpowering presence. Shocked, his movements faltered.
Nan Sichen reached out and pinched the blade of his knife. No matter how much force the scar-faced man exerted, he couldn't reclaim his weapon.
He was utterly incredulous. How could this person possess such strength in his fingers? Just by grabbing the blade, he rendered both of the scar-faced man's hands powerless to retrieve the knife.
