Lin Chuan's eyes were like precise radars, and his brain was the high-speed computing computer—at the moment the opponent moved, he had already calculated the trajectory of the opponent's movement, even predicting when the baton in the opponent's hand would fall. Lin Chuan's legs erupted with immense power, propelling him forward at an even faster speed.
Bang...
Lin Chuan, like a shadow, was flung out, his feet landing on the striated muscle man's chest. Seemingly light, but containing immense power, as these forces exploded on the man's body, the striated muscle man staggered backward two steps, leaned back, and then heavily fell to the ground.
Lin Chuan walked over slowly, slamming the electric baton on the striated muscle man.
Crackle...
Blue electricity coursed through his body, the striated muscle man's body convulsed, spitting white foam from his mouth.
