Breaking Through The Clouds

Chapter 105

Yang Mei smiled and said, "I'll show you the textbook version of Brother Jiang."

At the same time, the fire escape.

Clang!

The metal blades collided with each other, making a deafening sound. A-Jie held on to the dagger and pressed Yan Xie back step by step. The blade slid past Yan Xie's face, who tilted his head to avoid it at lightning speed, stepping back in the process. In an instant, his back was pressed against the wall of the corridor.

Slash - The blade split the air horizontally, aiming not too far from the carotid artery. Yan Xie felt the stinging, cold wind sweep across his skin, and he instinctively raised his hand to block it.

In fact, as soon as he took this action, he immediately realized that something was wrong, and he immediately retracted his hand. But in the ever-changing battle situation, it was impossible for a killer like A-Jie to miss any flaw in his opponent, and the blade immediately slashed into Yan Xie's wrist!

Yang Mei screamed, "Yan Xie!"

"...!!"

Yan Xie was shocked, but the expected pain did not come, and a stainless steel watch that was cut by the dagger fell to the ground.

"...F*ck," A-Jie flexed his shoulder muscles, looked at the watch, and smiled: "I really hate those who have similar hobbies as me."

Yan Xie pressed his backhand against the wall, stepped forward like an arrow, and said angrily: "Laozi is the world's top VIP in his family, and you are just a dick!"

The short knife he picked up from the black-clothed man's body before cut A-Jie's wrist from bottom to top. It was probably because the angle was too tricky, A-Jie couldn't dodge this time, and the extremely sharp blade cut through his forearm on the spot, splashing blood on the spot.

A-Jie took a deep breath and was kicked in the chest by Yan Xie, causing him to flee and slam into the opposite wall!

A-Jie weighed 70 to 80 kilograms, he knocked the dust and gravel down the wall on the spot, and a large amount of dust flew everywhere, making them unable to open their eyes. In this kind of life-and-death struggle, the most fatal thing was the slightest hesitation. Yan Xie didn't even pause at all. He threw himself down and knocked A-Jie down. At the same time, he raised the short knife in his hand and stabbed it toward A-Jie's pupils.

--In just 0.01 seconds, this knife could have penetrated A-Jie's eyes along with his skull, nailing his entire head to the concrete floor.

But at this moment, A-Jie grabbed Yan Xie's arm while lying on his back and pushed his hands in the opposite direction at the same time. The severe pain that almost twisted and dislocated his elbow made Yan Xie lose his grip. The short knife flew out and fell two meters away with a swirl-

Clatter!

As if a referee had shot a starting gun, Yan Xie and A-Jie pounced on the short knife. A-Jie smashed the knife out with one hand, and it fell onto the floor below through the gap between the railings!

"That's better," A-Jie said coldly, "A fight is a fight, and the use of knives and guns hurts feelings."

The sound of the short knife rolling down the stairs was heard. Yan Xie cursed inwardly and then held A-Jie down on the spot and punched him.

They were both experts in fighting, and they both knew that at times like this, whoever got up from the ground first would win. They were like two ferocious beasts, doing everything possible to smash each other's eyes, choke each other's throats, and roll down the corridor. The combined weight and inertia of more than 300 pounds smashed against the fire hose glass, causing it to break into pieces.