The butcher's expression remained unchanged, only the muscles on his face twitched slightly. Then, he exerted a sudden force with his hand, the slaughtering knife gripped tightly to twist in Meng Ku's hand.
Meng Ku frowned. Indeed, the butcher had immense strength. Even when being forcibly held down, he could still muster such strength to twist the knife. If he succeeded, Meng Ku's hand would instantly be reduced to minced meat.
Thus, Meng Ku decisively let go, and the butcher took advantage of that moment to thrust the knife tip forward.
Meng Ku retreated rapidly!
Three consecutive steps!
Stomp, stomp, stomp.
Although it was just three steps, Meng Ku's body retreated over five meters. By common sense, this should have been enough to avoid the attack, but unexpectedly, the butcher's speed was just as fast, if not faster than Meng Ku.
Stomp, stomp, stomp.
Similarly, in three steps, the butcher was even closer to Meng Ku than before.
"Die!"
