Xu Lang was cunning and resourceful. The moment the light in the room went off and he sensed danger, he hurled himself to the ground and rolled away, dodging the deadly moves that were perhaps heading in his direction.
The other two were not as lucky. The moment the lights went off, the two of them were stunned for a short moment. Less than a tenth of a second later, their fates had been decided.
At the same time the flying needle was pinned onto one person's neck, Yan Liqiang had already charged up to the other person. The Black Scale short sword he was holding released a sharp shrill in the pitch-black room, slicing through the air.
"Who's that..." The person bellowed out loudly; his strength surged as he drew the blade hung at his waist without any hesitation. He then slashed out toward Black Scale based on the sounds he heard.
This person was also considered an expert, but it was a pity that the person he met was Yan Liqiang.
