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The dagger plunged from above, aiming straight for Soong Fei's throat with force.

Wang Yan's arms were veined with bulging muscles, signaling a terrifying strength. A solid stab from him would surely puncture a neat, transparent hole in Soong Fei's neck.

In the nick of time, Soong Fei rolled to one side, bracing himself with a single hand on the ground.

His forearm muscles swelled instantly