Everyone watched with wide eyes. In any case, they weren't the one about to die.
The sharp knife was aimed at the man's heart. *Tss!*
Everyone's hearts were in their throats. They watched, torn between excitement and fear, unsure if they wanted the peace charm to work or not.
Their feelings were a tangled mess.
The man holding the knife suddenly scowled. The blade had torn through the other man's clothes, but it refused to go any further.
It felt as if some immense force was blocking his attack.
Even when he put all his strength into it, the blade wouldn't move forward one iota.
The attacker's face began to flush. "I can't move it! It's blocked! Is anyone willing to lend me a hand?"
A second man grabbed his wrist and they both pushed, but it still wouldn't budge.
It was as if an invisible barrier separated the knife from the man's body.
The blade, sharp enough to cut iron like clay, couldn't advance in the slightest.
Large beads of sweat dripped from their foreheads.
