As Liu Wuxin drew his weapon, Jia You reached behind his back and took out twin crescent-shaped short blades.
For them, cold weapons were more useful than firearms.
And with weapons in hand, their combat power was certainly stronger than bare fists.
Chen Yang felt a surge of frustration, since he didn't have a handy weapon and could only use his fists.
Tucked in the hem of his pants was a dagger, but it was too ordinary to be of any use.
As a long spear and twin blades came at him, Chen Yang still used the boxing technique taught to him by his master, standing as immovable as a mountain, using the opponent's force against them.
Although unarmed, he was actually able to withstand the assault and fought to a standstill.
Neither side knew how long the battle lasted, as it seemed neither could best the other.
Finally, seizing the moment, Liu Wuxin thrust his spear at Chen Yang's feet, sweeping through his legs and forcing Chen Yang to leap into the air.
"Good!"
