In the courtyard, black knife shadows whirled around Zhang Rongfang continuously.
The shadows were dense, yet Zhang Rongfang deftly deflected them with a single hand.
Suddenly, he felt the hidden gaze disappear.
Regaining his focus, Zhang Rongfang turned his attention to the few people before him.
"Next, a change of opponent."
His eyes remained calm as he suddenly extended his right arm, grabbing a black knife in front of him.
Without any defense, he caught the blade with one hand and pulled it towards his side.
The immense power drew a person rapidly towards him.
Bang!
Knee strike.
Uncle Lin's body instantly bent and he fell to the ground, his internal organs and bones almost crushed by the blow.
His abdomen's flesh almost compressed against his spine.
Zhang Rongfang released the black knife, leaving only a faint white trace on his exposed palm.
He glanced at Shangguan Zhi, who was already shrinking back in fear, and ignored him.
