Yan Bei Fei gripped the handle of the knife as his entire body summoned a strange and mysterious aura. His body did not move, but it looked like it was emitting some light. It was like time was coldly fading.
Han Sen was still casually standing where he was. It did not look like he was going to fight. Instead, he just watched Yan Bei Fei with interest.
Ever since he had come to this world, humans mainly used power from the outside. It was rare to witness an elite use their own powers.
Alongside the likes of Jian Bu Gu, Yan Bei Fei had to be a rare elite. He had practiced a knife mind, which was what Han Sen was best at.
Han Sen was interested to see what level Yan Bei Fei's knife skills were.
Han Sen looked at Yan Bei Fei and thought, "Using gene race powers to practice a knife mind is such a complicated game. This is interesting,"
Upon seeing Han Sen not bother to make a move, Yan Bei Fei shouted, "Fight!"
