"It's the Zhengtai Hand Knife!"
Park Jung-myeong gave a slight smile, "Brother Ruixian's Zhengtai Hand Knife already has sixty percent of our father's skill. With one chop, it's enough to slice through a tree as thick as a bowl. This kid is destined to lose without a doubt!"
"Yeah, Brother Ruixian rarely uses the Zhengtai Hand Knife. I didn't expect to see it today; we're really lucky!"
Jiang Zhe's eyes sparkled as he stared intently at Jin Ruixian, not wanting to miss a moment.
"Kid, you should feel honored to be defeated by the Zhengtai Hand Knife created by Master Park!"
With a roar of anger, Jin Ruixian poured his strength into his hand knife and chopped down fiercely. The palm wind whistled, seemingly slicing through the air.
"Be careful!"
Master Shengwei's pupils shrank sharply as he shouted a warning.
"Little tricks!"
