Eight people started circling around Haer, apparently looking for the most suitable opportunity to attack.
After several rounds, they still couldn't find any flaws.
But Haer grew impatient and flicked the tip of his sword.
Just hearing the tinkling sounds... a total of eight crisp collision noises, Haer sheathed his sword with an indifferent tone: "You've lost!"
The eight men didn't even have time to react to what had happened.
They just felt the knives in their hands suddenly become lighter.
Looking down, all eight knife tips had been cut off by about three inches.
All this happened too fast, and no one present could actually see what happened.
The faces of the eight men were as red as pig liver, as ugly as ugly could be.
They came with pride and left with their tails between their legs.
Haer didn't even spare them an extra glance.
