Canan's speed was so fast that when he spurred his legs into a sprint, the crowd could only catch fleeting glimpses of his afterimages flashing past.
Fortunately, He Chi's pace was not slow either, especially after noticing Canan deploying his kill move, he concentrated most of the force into his legs to accelerate to the utmost limit.
The Martial Arts Arena was a perfectly square field, each side measuring one hundred twenty meters in length and width—larger than a standard soccer field by a half circle. To avoid Canan's attacks, He Chi spread his legs and began to dash along the edge of the arena.
However, even though his steps were quick, Canan's speed was quicker.
In just two breaths' time, Canan had already caught up, brandishing the Siam short knife. With the two men less than half a meter apart, many in the audience had already stood up.
Whether this knife hit could largely determine the outcome of the match.
"It's over! He can't dodge it!"
