The short blade came too quickly and silently; had Fang Lin not been exceptionally perceptive, sensing its approach in the blink of an eye, he would likely have fallen to this sneak attack.
In that crucial moment, Fang Lin reacted swiftly, grabbing the attacker's wrist with a fast hand and exerting force suddenly.
"Hmm?" But immediately, Fang Lin sensed something was amiss. The attacker didn't budge and instead broke free from Fang Lin's grasp, the short blade slicing through the flesh of Fang Lin's chest.
"Spirit Vein eighth level!" Fang Lin was inwardly shocked, realizing the attacker was a strong practitioner of the eighth level of Spirit Vein.
The short blade was even poisoned, and the skin Fang Lin had been cut through turned black on the spot, with wisps of dark energy crawling around the wound.
