Lion Thunder

A stab, a very quick stab!

Almost nobody present had registered the move. It was faster than the eye could see.

Shing…

Wang Zheng's chest flinched, and he dodged it, although not completely. Wang Zheng could adjust to the darkness very well, although not as quickly as his opponent. He had not pulled his knife, not because he was showing off, but because the knife would affect his judgement.