"Do you still remember me, Yang Tian?" The icy, cold voice sounded like a venomous snake coiling around his body, slimy and viscous, sending a shiver even down Yang Tian's spine.
Behind him, Venom Fang stood with an ice-cold expression tinged with wickedness. Tapping his short sword lightly against the ground, he said, "I heard you're quite proficient at playing an assassin. Don't tell me it's that Type-81 assassination technique the instructor taught us back then. I didn't expect I'd get mixed up in this too. Come on, Yang Tian, let big brother see if you've really improved."
Clang! Venom Fang and Yang Tian had already collided, one holding his sword with a forward grip, the other with a reverse grip.
Chapter 112