"Your coordination wasn't bad, but there were still flaws, at least, you couldn't manage a full attack from all directions simultaneously, ultimately, there's a slight timing difference—a difference so short that ordinary people might not notice it, but alas, this brief moment is more than enough for me!" Su Chen commented.
Following that.
He moved.
First, Su Chen raised his right hand, his hand forming a claw, striking like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, hissing forward too fast for Feng He to react.
A fraction of a breath later, Su Chen's Eagle Claw directly landed on Feng He's wrist—his five fingers, like five sharp sword blades, plunged right into Feng He's wrist.
Feng He's punch halted immediately!!!
He couldn't even feel the existence of his own fist; his wrist was completely severed, forcibly snapped off.
"Ah..." Feng He screamed miserably, his face turning pale as he staggered back.
