Chapter 40 Thought Transfer Writing Method!

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The narrow, seemingly smooth tip of the fountain pen became infinitely sharp under the application of strength and speed.

The attacker, who thought he had approached Jason silently from behind, hadn't even had time to react when the pen's tip was already plunged into his eye—

Crimson blossomed.

"Ah!"

The attacker let out a cry of pain, the dagger he was about to stab into Jason's back involuntarily paused.

Jason, still seated, reached back with his right hand and grabbed the wrist of the hand that was stabbing downward with the dagger.

The attacker, on instinct, tried to pull his wrist back.

But Jason's palm was unmoving; his fingers clamped down like a tiger's vise, deeply pinching into the attacker's 'wrist'.

Creak, creak.

The wrist bones groaned.

Pain stimulated the attacker once more; his remaining eye stared furiously at Jason, his foot lashing out towards Jason's back.

When the tip of his foot was less than 10 centimeters from Jason's back.

Ching!