+Chapter 409+

Nikolai moved purely on instinct but he still wasn't quick enough, the weapon directed at him cutting him right below his eye, barely missing his left eye.

He jumped back but his attacker didn't give him a chance to recover, diving right after him. His back hit the ground hard and with steel eyes, he caught the wrist that held the knife above him, noting how thin it was, it felt like he could snap it with a simple flick of his wrist.

Despite how frail that wrist felt, there was an iron-like strength behind it and he was once again in danger of losing an eye, the knife was pointed directly at his head with barely a few inches of clearance.

He could only feel the blood running down his face but not the pain from the deep gash that showed bone, his other hand restraining his attacker's other hand, locking them in a stalemate.