Chapter 92 - 73, Jianghu
Little did Chen Ji know, during his deadly fight with Feng Huai, he felt like he couldn’t exert any strength, and his opponent had no vulnerabilities, often suppressing him completely. Facing someone like Feng Huai always brought a sense of helpless defeat, and he even wondered if he lacked the talent for wielding knives.
But when he faced someone other than Feng Huai, everything seemed different.
The two men in black looked down at the broken blade once more, fear rising in their hearts, but since they had come, there was no reason to retreat.
Driven by the resolute will cultivated in the bitter cold, both simultaneously discarded their broken knives and drew daggers from their waists to stab.
They coordinated silently, one feinting while the other launched an attack, one false move and one real, blocking the routes Chen Ji might use to escape.
However, Chen Ji suddenly felt that, compared to Feng Huai, these two were full of vulnerabilities.
In the moment when one dagger came from the front and the other from behind, Chen Ji lightly shifted his body to the side, dodging the trajectories of the daggers. With his left hand, he grabbed one of their wrists like an iron vice, pulling so the man couldn’t retract his dagger.
His right hand gently flicked, and the blade severed the other man’s hand tendons. With a clang, the dagger fell onto the gray roof tiles, rolling down to the yard below the eaves.
The man with severed tendons hastily retreated.
Chen Ji pulled the other man’s wrist like pulling a puppet, sticking close to the retreating man in black, his body urging the knife forward. The short knife stabbed repeatedly into the heart, spleen, and liver, with the final stroke slashing across the neck.
The other man in black, his wrist pinned and pulled, could only stagger along, watching his comrade being stabbed repeatedly, unable even to stand steadily.