After a dozen moves, Brother Scorpion began to falter; his strength had always been inferior to Lin Yifan's, and it was impressive that he had held on for so long. Now, his right hand was in severe pain and he could hardly bear it any longer.
"Damn it! I can't keep going head-to-head with him," Brother Scorpion cursed under his breath.
He knew that in terms of strength alone, he was definitely no match for Lin Yifan; if the fight dragged on, he would be the loser.
So, he started to look for an opportunity to strike a fatal blow.
At this moment, Zhao Ritian, who was watching the battle from a distance, saw the members of the Knife Gang being steadily defeated and couldn't help feeling panicked; if even the Knife Gang was no match, then he was doomed.
"Calm down, calm down! Brother Scorpion is incredibly strong; that young brat definitely can't compete. There's no need to be afraid or worried," Zhao Ritian reassured himself.
