Ambrose stood with his hands clasped behind his back. The man behind him suddenly stepped forward: “I am Murray Velez, one of the thirteen diamond-ranked fighters in Crimson boxing and a four-star diamond martial artist. If Kyran believes his knife can strike down, then let’s make a wager—let’s see whether your knife lands on Ms. Nicholas or your hand breaks first.”
Swish!
Kyran’s expression changed, his face shifting as he looked at Murray Velez. His hand holding the knife trembled, unable to bring it down.
Cold sweat drenched his back.
Fortunately, he hadn’t swung the knife earlier.
If he had, he would have lost his hand.
If a four-star diamond-ranked fighter decided to take action against him, his hand would undoubtedly be gone first.
He was certain Murray had the ability to do i
