Facing the threat of the other party wielding a knife, Fang Hao pretended to be subdued.
Then, when the other party let their guard down, he swiftly moved to subdue them.
In an instant, he flashed to the side of the assailant, and before the assailant could react, he aimed at their wrist and slapped it hard.
Crack.
There was only a slight cracking sound.
He used all his strength in that hit, knowing Fang Hao's power was immense, like having the force of a thousand catties behind that slap.
The assailant's wrist was immediately dislocated by Fang Hao's strike, and it might even have been fractured.
"You had a knife, why should I be polite?" Fang Hao wasn't going to hold back.
High martial arts skills are still no match for a kitchen knife.
There were always news stories about an experienced martial artist killed by an ordinary person with a knife.
The dagger fell to the ground with a clatter.
Without your weapon, you're no threat at all.
