Chapter 58: The Identity of the Man in Black?_1

Whiiiirrr... Franklin, like a free dancer in the wind, was holding a sharp knife. His knife skills were pure, and each maneuver—each thrust, stab, cleave, and slash—was accompanied by the aura emanating from his body, each stroke offering a heart-stopping moment.

The whistling in Feng Yi's ears intensified. Despite numerous attempts to seize the steel knife, he had failed each time and had to rely on his agile footwork to navigate around his opponent. He moved his body swiftly, darting flashes and special rotary flashes. At a desperate moment, he made several back-jumping flashes to maintain a safe distance. He seemed to return to the Colonial Planet 103 and transform into a sharp hunter teetering on the edge of life and death.