The rusty broad-backed sword struck down with a strong fishy smell.
Su Luan opened his eyes suddenly.
The body moves before the mind. She rolled to the left to avoid the blade. He dug his right fingers into the mud and caught half of a rusty iron nail.
"Fake corpse?" The black-clothed killer holding the knife paused for half a second.
Su Luan advanced instead of retreating. She kicked the ground with her legs, and her whole body turned into an afterimage and crashed into the killer's arms. The left hand opened the knife handle accurately, and the iron nail held between the index finger and middle finger of the right hand went straight to the opponent's throat.
Pfft.
The iron nails penetrated the flesh and cut off the trachea.
