"You bastard!" Seeing his two companions taken down in an instant, the last drunkard stood up, his face twisted with rage.
He was a head taller than Luo'er, with a burly figure. He pulled a dazzling dagger from the bag that he used to carry his weapons and lunged at Luo'er with bull-like eyes.
Luo'er gritted his teeth, held his hands open, and tensed as he braced himself for the attack. The drunkard aimed a stab at Luo'er's side, but due to his blurred vision from the alcohol, he missed by several inches. Luo'er seized the opportunity to grab the arm that held the knife and, using the force of the drunk's lunge, threw the man over his shoulder. A perfect great shoulder throw slammed him onto the floor.
Following up, he stepped on the drunkard's armpit, gripping one hand firmly around his wrist and the other on his elbow. A crisp crack resounded through the room, sending a shudder through everyone present. Luo'er had twisted and broken his entire arm from the shoulder.
Ahhhh!!!
