He grabbed Guan Xingrui's right wrist with both hands, tightened it like a vice, and twisted it hard. He was so close that he could even hear the terrible sound of the bones squeezing.
Guan Xingrui was in pain. Although his expression did not change, he could no longer hold the dagger in his hand.
The killer sneered.
Doesn't this hurt? This guy has a pretty tough temper!
He wanted to see how long this boy could last!
The killer increased his strength and almost broke Guan Xingrui's hand on the spot. The dagger Guan Xingrui had already held in his hand completely fell from his hand.
The accident happened at this moment!
Guan Xingrui raised his left hand, caught the dagger flexibly, and slashed it towards the killer's wrist with his backhand!
The killer was caught off guard, looked embarrassed, and cursed.
But after all, he had received professional training, so he immediately sneered sinisterly, not only holding on to Guan Xingrui's right hand, but also taking his hand towards the dagger!
I'm so damn tired of living, how dare you use such childish methods in front of him!
His strength was so fierce and so fast that ordinary people would not be able to react and dodge. If he faced him like this, Guan Xingrui's hand would have to be cut off from the palm!
Guan Xingrui's left hand holding the knife seemed to be unable to react and should be withdrawn.
The moment the dagger pierced Guan Xingrui's flesh and blood spattered out, a bloodthirsty and proud smile appeared on the killer's lips.
Guan Xingrui's left hand holding the knife suddenly increased his strength at this moment!
As if his target was just a piece of foam and had nothing to do with him, he pierced his hand mercilessly, seemingly indifferent to the severe pain, the tip of the knife did not stop, and then pierced his hand hard, the killer
in hands!
"Ah——" The killer had not been injured for many years, and he screamed miserably without noticing.
His hand had just been stabbed in half, and such a tragic cry of pain rang in his ears, but Guan Xingrui was emotionally stable, and he didn't even blink.
The left and right hands cooperated tacitly. The left hand held the knife and slashed backwards, keeping it stuck on the knife. The right hand, which had just been so seriously injured, was still able to continue moving and retreated at the same speed.
In the blink of an eye, the killer's hand was cut almost to the middle by the knife.
With their fingers connected to their hearts, he didn't have Guan Xingrui's concentration, and even years of training were of no use. There was not even a trace of blood left on the killer's face, big beads of sweat slid down his face, his mouth was trembling, and he couldn't even curse.
Come.
Guan Xingrui slowly raised his right hand. He had never suffered such a serious injury and did not know how to deal with the wound, so he did not dare to draw the knife rashly for fear of losing too much blood and passing out on the spot.
But his eyes and hands were still as stable as if nothing had happened.
His uninjured left hand even reached into his pocket, pulled out a tissue, and wiped the blood spattered on his hand gracefully and slowly.
The hand that has always been playing the piano, with long and graceful fingers, does not have any intimidation. How could it not be trembling at this moment? How could it be...
In such a bloody and tragic situation, his calmness is more terrifying than anything else!
The scene was deathly silent.
Those men who had been fighting fiercely all their lives looked at the teenagers in front of them and suddenly felt a sense of fear from the bottom of their hearts.
The killer whose hand was crippled by Guan Xingrui finally recovered. His eyes were red with hatred, but the hand that was still intact used his fist to hit Guan Xingrui's temple. The first move was a fatal blow!