Yang Sheng stared at Yao Hui, tilted his head slightly, and gripped the triangular dagger in his hand again.
"Ancient Muay Thai only has fist techniques, no methods; it only trains but doesn't nurture. It's practically training people as weapons."
"When you turn forty, all your hidden injuries will flare up one after another. At that time, you'll wish you were dead."
Yaohui said indifferently, "You've learned a bunch of random things, yet you won't even live to forty.
You disturbed my boss's sleep, so today I'll send you on your way!"
Yaohui charged again, but Yang Sheng didn't dodge or flinch, directly stabbing Yaohui's throat with his triangular dagger!
Yaohui was taller than Yang Sheng, and his arm span was also longer.
Even if Yaohui held the knuckle duster in reverse, it would
