Though his thick-knuckled fingers looked incapable of any nimble movement, they caught the incoming dagger with flawless precision.
Compared to fists or feet, it is extremely difficult to exert force with one's fingers.
But with a simple pinch, those two fingers clamped down like a hand seizing a venomous snake by its vital spot, and the forward-thrusting dagger froze in an instant.
What?
The shadowy figure looked up abruptly, shock written all over his face.
'The target is this drunk, yet he could still sense my movements and execute a perfect interception.'
'This is impossible!'
'Unless...'
"You're not drunk?"
"What do you think?"
Zhu Ju chuckled. Just as he was about to make a move, a dark figure descended from the sky, brandishing a greatsword and slashing down viciously.
Unlike the dagger-wielding assassin, this one's attack came with howling, Powerful Qi and overwhelming force.
'A High-Level Martial Artist!'
