C737 A Surfer

It's kind of weird, kind of like surfing.

If his palm was likened to a wave sweeping over, then the six throwing daggers were like six surfing experts. They actually brushed past this aura and directly broke through the wind and waves, whistling upwards. In the next moment, a series of miserable cries sounded.

Two of the six throwing daggers stabbed into Zhao Jianfeng's chest