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In an instant, Yang Fei had exchanged seven or eight moves with his opponent.
The opponent's knife was swift and urgent, cutting in at every opening with surgical precision.
This forced Yang Fei into a position where he couldn't even turn his body around.
Intelligently, Mi Xuan positioned herself always at one side of Yang Fei, merely three steps away from him.
Watching Yang Fei and the assassin fight, she was terrified to the point of turning pale, yet she did not panic.
After all, Mi Xuan was a woman who had experienced warfare, vastly different from Mi Duo.
Finally, Yang Fei found an opportunity. His Martial Arts Energy Field activated silently, immobilizing the opponent's form.
Immediately after, he executed a Counterstrike Golden Bell, his Split Hanging Leg like a heavy battle-axe, directly kicking the opponent's forehead.
The opponent grunted, staggering backward.
Yang Fei too was struck with surprise, feeling a burning pain in his foot.
