And that strike of his-or rather, the Tang family's sure-kill knife strike-had one fundamental requirement: whoever was struck had to die!
Otherwise, after unleashing that strike, he would be utterly drained, left with no choice but to let others slaughter him!
That was precisely why the Tang family had another name for this strike: either you die, or I perish.
Yes, it was that blunt!
If your cultivation was too high for me to pierce your defenses, then you won through superior cultivation, not superior skill.
But if I could kill you and you managed to dodge, then the fault was mine. If my skill fell short, didn't I deserve to die?
Thus, the key to the Tang Sect's sure-kill knife strike was not the flying knife's astonishing, almost untraceable speed, but its precision!
Only the most precise point of impact, combined with astonishing speed that made evasion nearly impossible, revealed the true face of the Tang Sect's sure-kill knife strike!
Judging by the fight itself, Zuo Xiaoduo had not dodged his knife. Taking both moves together, they had drawn!
But the truth was that Zuo Xiaoduo had made the sure-kill knife strike fail to kill. Even though his shoulder was still wounded, to Tang Qianshou, missing his mark meant defeat!
Every student in Second-Year Class One wore a grave expression.
They were thoroughly familiar with Tang Qianshou's abilities. He ranked only eleventh in Second-Year Class One. But everyone knew that in a fight to the death, Tang Qianshou could take any one of their lives. There would be no lucky escapes!
The sole reason was that one move, that one knife strike.
After all, when classmates sparred for rankings, they could not truly aim for fatal points like the eyes, throat, or heart. If they struck elsewhere, a