The factory was silent, except for the whistling of the blade slicing through the air.
And Ding Yunlong's heavy breathing.
Everyone was holding their breath, watching the duel between the two men without blinking.
Yang Bing and others all hoped that in the next second, Tang Yi would be cut into pieces by a single strike.
Song Bingyun and Ge Li were already drenched in nervous sweat.
At this moment, their fate was entirely in Tang Yi's hands.
Before long, Ding Yunlong had executed the entire Husa Knife Technique, but he hadn't even cut a single hair on Tang Yi.
He held the knife in both hands, sweat beads covering his forehead.
Staring intently at Tang Yi, he said in a deep voice, "Why aren't you fighting back?"
Tang Yi smiled and replied, "Nothing much, I just wanted to see the power of the Husa Knife Technique."
"If I had made a move, you wouldn't have had the chance to display your blade technique."
"Don't get me wrong, this is the truth."
