Lin Chen stood still, holding his breath and concentrating.
Just then, a ripple appeared in the air above Lin Chen, as the Shadow Earl struck again.
This time he targeted directly above Lin Chen's head.
The Shadow Earl's right hand shot out like an eagle's claw, aiming straight for Lin Chen's throat.
His hand was like an iron hook, with long nails gleaming with a sinister cold light.
If Lin Chen's neck were caught, it would surely be snapped by the Shadow Earl instantly.
Just as the Shadow Earl's iron hook was about to close around Lin Chen's neck, suddenly a hand, firm as iron tongs, tightly seized the Shadow Earl's arm.
With a beautiful suplex, Lin Chen slammed him to the ground.
The Shadow Earl rolled a few times on the ground and once again disappeared.
At this moment, a wave of shock surged through the Shadow Earl's heart. How could this guy predict the trajectory of every strike?
"It has to be a coincidence, it must be."
