"Fuck." At this moment, the man with purple hair was enraged. He gripped the switchblade and swiftly lunged at Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan caught the man's swinging arm with one hand.
You should know that a human arm can move at speeds of up to five hundred meters per second. Facing such speed, Lin Chuan could track the trajectory of the arm with his eyes and effortlessly grabbed it—a truly unbelievable feat.
"You!" The man with purple hair didn't have time to be amazed, but he already felt intense pain shooting through his arm.
"Ah!! It's killing me." The man with purple hair suddenly wailed, "Hero, spare me, spare my life, I... I surrender."
Slap...
Lin Chuan flung his hand, and the man was sent flying. He rolled several times on the ground. Climbing up awkwardly, he turned to glance at Fang Yuan and waved his hand, "Retreat, retreat quickly."
Suddenly, a group fled in haste.
Fang Yuan was visibly shaken: "Lin Chuan, thank you."
