From a distance, a figure swiftly approached without any pause. As Su Han just lifted his head, that shadow had already closed in on him, and at just a meter away, a sudden glint of cold light revealed a flying knife!
"Whizz——!"
The flying knife was astonishingly fast, far exceeding the previous ninjas' speed. Just in the blink of an eye, it slashed towards Su Han's neck, ferocious to the extreme.
Su Han tapped his foot, accelerating even faster, like a ghost, taking a gentle step back. The blade edge swept past his chest, missing by just three centimeters!
Without enough confidence, merely this proximity would be enough to frighten anyone.
But on Su Han's face, there remained not a hint of tension or unease, and it could even be said that there was no ripple of change.
"Not bad, the knife is fast."
Su Han glanced at the shadow, spoke lightly, and commented.
