Just as Qin Youyang's wrist was injured, the back of Chen Zhezhe's clothes was violently yanked from behind, sending him flying backward involuntarily. At the very last moment, he was pulled out from right under Qin Youyang's hand.
"Hmph," Qin Youyang looked at the wound on his wrist and raised his head.
Not far away on the cliff stood a young Taoist dressed in ordinary gray-blue Taoist robes. With a gentle flick of his wrist, a dagger less than a foot long zipped into his palm. Looking down from his vantage point after piercing Qin Youyang's arm, the young Taoist smiled slightly: "Master said that Senior Uncle Qin excels at controlling magic treasures in midair. Your unworthy nephew is willing to spar with you."
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