A sense of mortal danger washed over him.
What the hell is this thing?
Zhao Dong's vision blurred. The green light was suddenly right in front of him—it was a sleeve-dart, its tip coated in a sinister green poison!
A cold sweat broke out across Zhao Dong's body as he watched the sleeve-dart close in. In the space of a single breath, it was upon him, a mere second from piercing his heart! However, in that instant, Zhao Dong's instincts took over, and he threw his body to the side! The sleeve-dart, no bigger than his palm, grazed past his clothes in a flash, instantly tearing his robes!
Zhao Dong landed on the ground, gasping for breath. He glared fiercely at Kou Hongmin and croaked, "You bastard, fighting dirty!"
Kou Hongmin smiled faintly. "Did anyone say it wasn't allowed? Besides, any move that can kill is a good one. There's no such thing as dirty."
