C187 The Cooked Duck Fly away

There were about five or six meters between us, and the dagger in her hand fell away, turning into the shape of a throwing knife that flew towards me.

I sidestepped a knife, but before I could say a word to tease her, three whooshing sounds were heard, and three more daggers flew directly at my face!

"F * ck!" I cried out in alarm as I somersaulted backwards onto the ground