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The blade technique was so swift that none of the other students could see where Ming Yao had struck before hearing Huang Hao scream loudly.
Ming Yao withdrew her hand and twirled the handle of the dagger, chuckling softly, "Looks can be deceiving."
Her tone casual yet somewhat mocking, Huang Hao's already pale face turned crimson again.
His clothes were torn to shreds, yet he was unharmed, which was the most terrifying part, because this woman's blade technique was very precise.
She swiftly cut through his clothes without piercing his skin.
If she had really wanted to hurt him, it would have been all too easy!
Huang Hao felt his legs go weak, almost wetting himself in fright.
Ming Yao, observing Huang Hao's uncontrollable trembling, spoke with a hint of severity and coldness, "If you dare to bring that kind of thing into my classroom again, your fate won't be so simple!"
Huang Hao swallowed hard.
