Chapter 753 No Hurry

What was the art of killing?

It was when you stab your opponent with 108 wounds, yet avoid all vital areas with each strike, and only deliver the killing blow at the very last moment. That was the art of killing.

Simon had been calculating the time, and there were only three minutes left.

Three minutes might seem short, but it was more than enough for a swordsmanship master like Simon.

A master swordsman could unleash one hundred swords in an instant.

But that relied on the premise that his opponent was weaker.

"I'll give you some time. You'd better go pick up a weapon from the ground. Don't say I'm bullying you," Simon said quite confidently when he saw that John didn't have any weapon.

John shook his head and said, "No hurry."

"No hurry? I'm in no hurry either," Simon sneered.

The two men were not in a hurry, but the old woman outside Killing Field was about to lose her patience.