C648 The Framing(2)

"Who's there?"

Zhang Tianci's reflexes were lightning-fast as he rolled on the ground, narrowly avoiding a sudden slash. Tianci was quick, but Huzi, clad in shining silver armor, wasn't as swift. He had just handed an envelope to Tianci, his hand still suspended in mid-air, unable to retract in time. The blade came at a bizarre angle, and Huzi, caught off-guard, took a heavy blow to his arm