Witnessing this, Lin Kuang remained calm. The moment Fan Molun's hand went to his waist, Lin Kuang knew he was drawing a weapon. Besides, Lin Kuang knew from his time in Europe just how devilishly effective Fan Molun's short knife was. In a fight like this, of course Fan Molun would use it.
Lin Kuang's figure shot backward as his right hand yanked fiercely at his own waist. Nameless was unsheathed in an instant. Its cold light flickered, combining with the murderous aura radiating from Lin Kuang to create a terrifying image. Even Fan Molun's heart tightened at the sight, as the flexible blade sent a chill of profound danger through him.
However, Fan Molun did not retreat. His legs propelled him forward, accelerating once more as he thrust his short knife toward Lin Kuang's heart.
