Peng Hanqing's eyes sharpened, suddenly turning his face to look at Ma Ran, only to discover that the other had already averted his gaze, staring at his nose, and his nose at his heart, as if it all had nothing to do with him.
"Was it an illusion?"
Peng Hanqing shook his head, refocusing his attention on Zhu Hanyi.
The Sword Dao that Zhu Hanyi displayed wasn't flashy, with no special routines, just two words — Fast! Fierce!
Fast, in terms of his sword speed, which makes it difficult for dynamic vision to keep up, let alone the body to react.
Fierce, derived from the terrifying sharpness of the sword itself.
No one doubts the sword's lethality.
To be fair, Peng Hanqing thought that the current Zhu Hanyi could easily kill ten of himself.
Too far apart!
Peng Hanqing glanced at the handgun hanging on his waist twenty-four seven and shook his head.
He even suspected that Zhu Hanyi could use the sword in his hand to deflect bullets.
