Before Redmond could even recover his senses, Bai Feng’s palm knife slashed swiftly toward his head like a flashing, cold-light blade, carrying an overwhelming momentum.
A flash of panic crossed Redmond’s eyes, but years of combat experience allowed him to react instantly at this critical moment.
He violently jerked his head back, moving like an agile monkey as he retreated rapidly. The sand and stones on the ground were kicked up by his hurried steps, scattering in all directions.
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