In the hall, a murderous intent spread throughout the room. On that day, in that spot, blood must be spilled!
Everyone stared nervously at Ye Lingchen unblinkingly.
Facing the pincer attack, Ye Lingchen stood as though stunned in fear. His hands remained behind his back, strands of hair waved in the air, yet he remained unmoving.
Many shut their eyes tight, unable to watch.
Just as the fist and dagger were an inch away from him, Ye Lingchen burst into motion!
He lifted one hand, as though an eagle swooping on a chick, easily caught the European hunk's fist in his hand.
He then lifted one leg, last to act yet first to reach, landed a kick on the Southeast Asian's shoulder!
Whoosh—
The Southeast Asian's body flew through the air in a big arc, crashing forcefully into the wall.
His entire shoulder distorted from the kick, his body spasmed, then passed out immediately.
