The Unclear Face

The flying knife went forth like a bullet.

One of the gemstones from Blacksmith's side flew out and tried to block the flying knife. However, the flying knife distorted in a weird sense and passed through that gemstone and plunged right into Blacksmith's shoulder.

Pum!

Blood splashed out.

"Hahahahaha! Did all that embedding make you stupid, Blacksmith? After taking hits from my flying knives, you dare resist me further?"

The casually dressed man laughed out loud and at the same time. He raised his hands up and threw out his knives again.

It was not one but six flying knives at once!

His right hand swung upwards, throwing three knives from his palm and his left hand swung downward, throwing another three knives.

Six flying knives intertwined as they shuttled through space and swirled around Blacksmith like butterflies.

Wunng!

A couple of gemstones vibrated fiercely, giving out a different color of luster.