After making up his mind, Inoue the Butcher's eyes, like those of a grim raptor, were fixed dead on Wang Hao.
As soon as Wang Hao's attention was momentarily distracted, Inoue launched a fierce attack, aiming a sweeping leg kick at Wang Hao's lower body.
The attack seemed ferocious, but it lacked originality and was easily avoidable.
Seeing that Wang Hao had fallen for the trick, a surge of secret joy rushed through Inoue's heart, and his tightly clenched fist suddenly retracted into the wide sleeve.
Immediately after, a flash of silver light appeared, aiming straight for Wang Hao's chest with the speed of lightning that doesn't allow one to cover one's ears in time.
A hidden blade?
Wang Hao was greatly shocked; he had not expected his opponent to have such a despicable move up their sleeve!
It was a crescent-shaped curved scimitar, shimmering with a layer of brilliance that suggested it was exceptionally sharp.
