"Little bastard, I'll kill you," he snapped.
Then, he threw the short knife out.
Song Yi agilely dodged by moving his head to the side, the blade embedding itself in the wall opposite, indicating the great force used.
Then, he suddenly charged forward recklessly.
This man really had a quick temper, but Song Yi was not one to be trifled with either.
Comparatively, his emotions were much more stable.
With a slash aimed directly at the face, he swiftly handled his sword to meet the attack, the two exchanging blows back and forth.
This blocked the way around them, and Jhiang Yuan knew the principle of "capturing the leader to defeat the foe."
If the leader in "camouflage clothing" fell, the rest would be a disorganized crowd.
However, she wasn't a professional, and for a while, she actually couldn't help much.
The man, his eyes bloodshot and unable to gain the upper hand,
became somewhat frantic, wildly swinging his large sword.
Those behind him, evidently, were also no help.