Chapter 157
"From the ethnic minorities?"
"Yes, that’s right. That old man and I, just the two of us, were also at night, but we were on a bridge then. After exchanging a few moves, he died. But actually, it should have been me who died. He played dead then nearly killed me with the knife on his right leg, just barely missed. I really didn’t expect him to have two knives."
Ye Tian unwrapped the cloth and tossed the Butterfly Knife over, Zhang Xiayang caught it with one hand.
"Why did you think of using this thing? It’s flashy but impractical and can easily cause accidental injuries."
"I like it. Just need to practice more."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiayang flipped open the Butterfly Knife, "swoosh, swoosh, swoosh," the sound of the blade tearing through the air rang clearly by his ear, mixed with the flashing cold light, it was quite the sight of a combat scene.
Ye Tian could feel the excitement called forth by this imagery in his blood. On the battlefield, a knife is always used last, the vanguards are usually various kinds of artillery and firearms. In other words, when everything else is exhausted, a knife is the lifesaving trump card.
When it comes to knife fighting, Ye Tian is not afraid.