Adolf's blade-swinging speed became even faster, his arms moving in such a way that afterimages appeared. It no longer seemed like he had two hands but seven or eight, all launching an offensive against Chen Wei at the same time.
His footwork was equally relentless, not giving Chen Wei a moment's respite.
With bloodshot eyes, his mind at that moment bore only one thought: to kill Chen Wei.
But no matter how much he increased his attack speed, the sharp claws of the eagle-claw knife always failed to touch Chen Wei. They were always skillfully dodged, seemingly missing by mere inches but in reality being miles off target.
It was as if Chen Wei could predict Adolf's moves beforehand and respond in advance.
Minutes passed, and not only had Adolf failed to inflict any harm on Chen Wei with the eagle-claw, he hadn't even managed to cut his clothes.
