Hong forced Zhang Heng back with a slash, but instead of pressing the attack, she directly threw the Small Knife in her hand. Her target was clear: she still wanted to end the fight with the handgun on the table, so the thrown knife was only meant to stop Zhang Heng.
But anyone who underestimated that throw would inevitably pay a painful price.
In fact, every member of the Emergency Response Squad whose designation began with zero was a true all-rounder, and Hong's throwing-knife skills were exceptionally good as well.
The knife flew straight for Zhang Heng's heart, fast and precise. The distance between them was also very short. If Zhang Heng failed to dodge in time, the knife could take his life directly.
Hong was highly confident in her throwing-knife skills. She believed that even if Zhang Heng could evade her flying knife, he absolutely would not have time to stop her from taking the gun.
Yet the expression on her face froze the next moment.
Zhang Heng did not slow down at all. The steak knife in his hand danced and spun over his fingertips as if by magic, then actually knocked the incoming throwing knife away while he was moving.
What the hell?!
Hong's eyes widened. Her own Blade Technique was excellent, with memories of all manner of Blade Technique styles directly written into her, enough for her to handle all kinds of situations. Yet she searched through every memory bank and could not find any technique capable of wielding a knife to that extent.
In fact, the Blade Technique her opponent had casually revealed had already completely exceeded her understanding.
Hong instinctively sensed an intense feeling of danger. She reacted quickly as well, giving up on picking up the miniature handgun from the table. Her plan