"Combat knife!"
As Ye Feng threw the largest wild boar, his gaze swept over to the small soldiers still struggling with the boars and then reached out to Nie Qingwu, shouting loudly.
Nie Qingwu, without thinking, immediately threw her combat knife to Ye Feng.
Without even looking, Ye Feng raised his hand and caught the combat knife.
The clean and seamless motion, so perfectly coordinated, made Nie Qingwu's heart pound fiercely.
Grasping the combat knife, Ye Feng took large strides towards the remaining two wild boars in the arena.
The heavy rain poured down, drenching Ye Feng's entire body, his clothes sticking tightly to his skin, revealing the contours of his steel-like muscles at the chest and shoulder blades.
Especially the silhouette of him striding forward with a knife in hand, made Nie Qingwu's heart feel like it was about to jump out of her throat.
