章 689: How Could My Master Possibly Lose?

The butterfly knife in Yun Jian's grip was still kept within its handle, which meant that Zuo Linwei was fine—a blunt jab on his back by the knife handle, at most—even when Yun Jian was thrusting the butterfly knife against where his heart was from the back.

No one was going to get hurt when the knife was still kept within its handle.

The spectators were dumbstruck while Zuo Linwei was struck with the realization that he would already be dead if the knife that Yun Jian had pushed against his back was flicked open.

Zuo Linwei was brawny and his speed was not exactly slow, but the reason for his swift defeat was simple. Yun Jian was too fast—so fast that he could not even react to it. Moreover, it was equally useless when he was strong and powerful but was unable to hit his target.

While everyone was speechless in shock, Ning Bin's exclamation came loud and clear. "Holy sh*t! The pretty girl won!"

His shout snapped everyone out of their daze.