However, the very moment she turned her back on him, Ye Feng's eyes sparked with a fierce determination to escape, and without hesitation, he swung his fist directly towards her.
*Bam!*
Contrary to all expectations, Ye Feng, his eyes tightly shut, acted purely on instinct. Yet, in an instant, his movements froze.
His fist collided with something jarring and piercing, causing an intense twist of pain to contort his face.
A sudden rush of cold sweat drenched his back, as his eyes slowly fluttered open.
To his astonishment, he discovered that she was actually clutching a knife in her other hand.
In a horrifying twist of fate, his own punch had been aimed perfectly at her, only to meet the sharp, cold blade instead.
Blood streamed out from his wounded hand, staining the air with the metallic scent of his own agony.
"Argh!"
