Song Heping was using a very ordinary combat butterfly knife, which he had seized from a Mossad agent and kept on his person ever since.
"Where's your weapon?!"
Omar drew his sword and swung it twice in the air, prompting his lackeys to start howling.
Song Heping's eyes were calm and focused, resembling a leopard stalking its prey from the darkness, as he gently drew his butterfly knife.
The butterfly knife appeared small, akin to a child's toy compared to Omar's luxurious large sword, seemingly harmless.
Omar's lackeys hissed and mocked the butterfly knife with maximum volu.
"Look at that knife! Can it kill?!"
"It's smaller than the knife I use to slice lamb! Hahaha!"
"Just like the China People's physique, small!"
The mockery surged like a tidal wave.
Even old Ahd grew worried and quietly asked Nura next to him, "Shouldn't you give your friend a better sword? If not, I have a good one here that he can use."
"I asked him, he said he doesn't need it…"
Nura seed a bit embarrassed.
After all, she thought the sword's lethality compared to the small butterfly knife was on a different level.
But she was unaware that the butterfly knife is actually a very suitable combat knife for close-quarters fighting.
This unique small knife originated from a town called Balisong in Batangas, Philippines.
The town beca famous for making butterfly knives. According to local elders, the skill of crafting these exquisite knives has been passed down through generations.
Early butterfly knives were made of simple materials, designed not to pierce heavy armor but to be used by nearly naked bodies in tropical climates.
Therefore, its design was already adapted to et this specific need.
Later butterfly knives cleverly improved the typical folding knife design, making it easy to open with one hand, greatly convenient for the user, and various shaped butterfly knives were developed. Users could choose different butterfly knives based on their needs and combat characteristics, using tactics such as stabbing, cutting, slashing, slicing to efficiently sever blood vessels in different parts of the opponent. Generally, agents and special soldiers liked to carry one of these as a spare knife for close-quarters combat.
"The sun has risen, the duel begins!"
On the eastern horizon, the sun rose slowly, revealing half its face.
Old Ahd, as the host of the duel, stood up and walked to the center of the field to announce the start of the life-and-death duel.
Omar moved his body, his steel-like muscles emitting a chilling "creak."
He clenched his fist, his knuckles bulging as if they could easily crush a rock. He stepped forward, leaving a deep footprint in the sandy ground, showing his strength to Song Heping.
Tension filled the air like a tightened bowstring, ready to snap at any mont. Song Heping slightly bent his knees, lowering his center of gravity, a starting pose he summarized from countless battles, maintaining balance and ready to react swiftly.
His hands naturally hung down, fingers slightly curved, appearing relaxed but ready to strike at any ti.
Omar let out a low roar like a beast's howl and charged at Song Heping.
He moved extrely quickly, his huge body kicking up a tornado in the sand, like an out-of-control tank aiming to crush Song Heping; the gem-studded sword in his hand emitted a cold light, slashing towards Song Heping's neck.
Song Heping's gaze was as cold as ice carved from a glacier, his face expressionless like cold marble, his body like a fully drawn bow tightened instantly.
At the mont Omar was about to reach him, he suddenly dodged to the side while fiercely kicking Omar's knee with his right foot.
This kick was fast and fierce; if hit, Omar's huge body would lose balance.
Once the opponent fell, Song Heping could swiftly move behind him and slice his neck when he rises, easily severing blood vessels.
However, Omar, despite his tank-like bulk, was far more flexible than Song Heping anticipated.
He simply sidestepped slightly, easily avoiding Song Heping's attack.
Then, he swung his sword backhandedly straight at Song Heping's face.
Everything happened in a flash, the two had already exchanged one move and entered the second round of their duel.
Just when everyone thought Song Heping should retreat from Omar's blade, they saw Song Heping crouched slightly like a lightning bolt, darting forward like a wild cat, performing a forward roll towards Omar's lower body, barely brushing past his right leg.
"Wow!"
"Oh!"
The crowd exclaid.
Omar's sword had just barely missed Song Heping's scalp.
Just a little lower, it would have sliced off his skull.
But no one knew better than Song Heping what he wanted.
Butterfly knives are short, and fighting with slightly longer swords close-up is dangerous.
Close-quarters combat!
Close-quarters!
Closer!
Make Omar's luxurious sword completely useless!
Omar turned to pursue, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in his leg.
Looking down, he was shocked.
A cut appeared on the outer knee joint of his right leg, blood gushing out…
It's a ligant.
He realized his right leg was no longer flexible.
The ligant must have been cut by the butterfly knife.
Just one forward roll and it severed the ligant in his right leg…
Omar suddenly felt he had chosen the wrong opponent.
This China Man was far from simple as he had imagined!
In that split second of distraction, Song Heping had already darted closer like lightning.
Omar hastily swung his sword at Song Heping.
But the sword once again missed its mark.
Song Heping's agility was astonishing, in a blink he was right in front of Omar.
Slash——
The butterfly knife directly pierced the heart, Song Heping's left hand followed through from under the ribs, gripping Omar's right hand holding the sword.
"You shouldn't have chosen to play knives with ."
Song Heping whispered these words almost at Omar's ear.
Omar could feel his breath, while also sensing his heart like an oil-leaking engine gradually slowing down.
Seeing the two embracing in the field, everyone around was stunned and stood up, trying to understand the situation.
Song Heping released his grip, withdrawing his knife.
The light in Omar's eyes faded away, his body fell backward stiffly.
Thud——
His strong body hit the sand, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Allah…"
The people around finally understood and cried out in shock.
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