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"Cut the crap, if you want to fight, just fight. What's with all the talk?"
Philip Schneider's words were shut down by Carson Flores with a single sentence, leaving his face the color of liver.
"Kid, you're courting death!"
Philip Schneider, in a rage, charged directly at him, his hand open wide, reaching for Carson.
Carson chuckled, casually reaching out with a hand quick as lightning, grabbing Philip's finger and neatly twisting it backward.
"Ah, ah, ah..."
Philip's body instantly tilted in the direction of Carson's twist, his momentum gone, looking rather awkward and even a bit comical.
Lilly Compton was absolutely stunned.
Baylor Combs, who had been waiting to see a show, was stunned as well.
Grandmaster, that's it?
Twisting fingers?
Such a move can actually be used against a Grandmaster?
"Let go, let go! Kid, that's a sneak attack!"
Fingers are intimately connected to the heart; unless Philip didn't care about those fingers anymore, he had no way to resist.
