Although his skill level in this area is currently only at mastery, when it comes to accuracy and speed of release, it's barely sufficient, but the power behind the thrown darts can truly be deemed terrifying.
Li Ang stood in the courtyard, about ten meters away from the severely internally damaged little tree.
This tree, although no longer fit for sparring, was still fine for hanging bricks on.
He pulled a throwing knife from his bosom, no need to aim, in the flick of his wrist, a sharp crack erupted ten meters away on the brick, accompanied by a wisp of dust dancing in the air.
The throwing knife shattered a third of the brick's lower part, looking at this terrifying power, Li Ang simply shook his head, muttering to himself, "Failure."
Originally, he had aimed for a crack in the brick, intending to see if the throwing knife could pierce directly into it. Unexpectedly, the aim was still a bit off, slightly deviated, and the force was too strong, shattering the brick directly.
