"Kid, watch out for my knife!"
Just as Xiaobao dodged Old Geng's small knife, Old Geng roared again, swiping his radish knife toward Xiaobao's waist.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
After three slashes, Xiaobao and Old Geng had distanced themselves, yet Old Geng's radish knife hadn't even touched Xiaobao's clothes.
"What? Impossible!"
Old Geng was utterly shocked as he watched Xiaobao. His successive slashes had all missed, not touching Xiaobao at all.
This was previously unimaginable. Old Geng was known as Long San's most capable enforcer, usually dispatched for such duels by Long San himself.
Previously, Old Geng had never failed. His continuous slashing would eventually wound his opponent, yet today, his radish knife was completely ineffective against Xiaobao.
"What's going on with Old Geng?"
Not only was Old Geng confused at this moment, but even Long San was bewildered. How could Old Geng's radish knife seem so powerless? It used to always be fierce and relentless.
