The size difference between the two was significant, so the punch could only target Zhao Heng's chin.
Zhao Heng sneered, having anticipated this situation. He didn't need to move much; simply tilting his head slightly backward was enough to make Huang Shengjie's punch miss.
However, the next second, his pupils suddenly contracted, and all the blood in his body froze instantly.
Because he saw the dagger with a cold gleam in Huang Shengjie's hand!
Huang Shengjie's attack from behind was not a punch aimed at his chin but a thrust of the dagger towards his heart!
If Huang Shengjie didn't have a weapon, such a change in attack would be meaningless; a punch to Zhao Heng's chest would be nothing more than a tickle.
But a sharp dagger could change everything.
Zhao Heng was stunned; he couldn't figure out where it came from.
But in a flash, Zhao Heng's mind raced, suddenly thinking of a possibility.
"Could it be something from the 'Miscellaneous' category of raw materials?"
