But this was just a test, not a fight to the death, so Zhao Wujun decided to switch gears and aimed to severely injure Terence.
In Zhao Wujun's military background, double blades aren't his specialty.
His expertise lay in military combat techniques and military daggers!
Crimson, viscous fresh blood trickled down onto Zhao Wujun's hand from the military dagger.
Zhao Wujun frowned and subconsciously twitched the dagger.
But he felt it get stuck.
The muscles in Terence's chest throbbed, gripping onto the military dagger in Zhao Wujun's hand as if a pair of large hands were holding onto it.
"Not good!"
Zhao Wujun's eyes flashed, he instinctively let go of the dagger, used one foot to push Terence's chest and backed away with great speed.
"Roar!"
But it was too late!
Under the stimulation of intense pain, Terence screamed, his arms suddenly elongated and tightly grabbed Zhao Wujun's arms.
"I will tear you apart!"
"I'm going to tear you apart!"