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The blade gleamed with a sinister shine as he thrust the switchblade toward Wang Qi's abdomen. Clang. To his shock, the knife did strike Wang Qi's stomach, but it sounded like metal hitting metal, with sparks flying. What was going on? Was Wang Qi's abdomen harder than steel? Refusing to believe it, the Mad Killer aimed for Wang Qi's navel again, but this time two fingers caught the blade