Lin Fan took a few steps backward with Cao Qing.
Until there was no more space to retreat.
He looked at his opponent.
"I advise you it's best not to do this, if you make a move, I can only defend myself, and the consequences may not be something you can bear," Lin Fan said.
With his fairly decent strength, he knew how fierce he was when throwing punches.
"Retreat, I want to see how you can dodge a knife just by retreating," sneered the assailant. "Don't dream, pull out the sword behind you, and let's see if I won't chop you to death."
Ma Jian's eyes bulged ferociously as he roared and slashed his knife towards Lin Fan's head, intending to deliver a fatal blow that would leave the opponent's head buzzing.
Qiu San smiled, already picturing the scene in his mind where the opponent's head was bloodied by the chop, followed by Ma Jian frantically delivering more slashes, fiercely cutting into the head, absolutely producing sounds of flesh and bone colliding.
Bang!
