C1082 Killed
C1082 Killed
A sonorous voice echoed. Everyone's attention was focused on Lin Fann.
"President Leng, are you sure about this?"
Lin Fann looked at Leng Zhong on the main seat and shook his head, "You want to send your men to their deaths?"
"Young Hero Lin, how can people not get cut while they're in the martial arts world."
Leng Jun replied seriously, "Blades and swords have no eyes. Just enjoy yourself."
"What's wrong with Lin Fann? He doesn't dare to accept the challenge, is there a need to act all pretentious?"
"One cut is too powerful, and his strength is considered middle in the world."
"This Lin Fann probably doesn't even know how he died."
Discussions broke out, and everyone's tone was full of disdain.
Besides, it was just the beginning. There would be more to come.
Hearing the jeering from all around, Muscular Man's self-confidence exploded: "Mr. Lin, please enlighten me."
"Alright, since we're guests, let's treat it as a gift."
Clutching his head, Lin Fann stood up from his seat and staggered out: "Who's going to give me a knife?"
No one replied, they all treated it as Lin Fann's air.
"President Leng, after all, I helped you teach your son a lesson. You should thank me."
Lin Fann tapped his head and muttered, "Damn it, why are you so dizzy?"
Although his voice wasn't loud, it was enough to ensure the ears of outsiders.
Leng Zhong laughed loudly and said, "Young Hero Lin is really funny. We have quite a lot of weapons here. Somebody give Young Hero Lin a knife."
Clang.
The sound of a brush being thrown to the ground was heard. Someone had thrown a pencil sharpener onto the ground.
"Who is so wicked? Is this a blade?"
After a heavy curse, he coldly looked at Lin Fann and said, "Young Hero Lin, with your strength, you can even control this penknife."
"Let's cut the pencil sharpener then, hurry up."
Ye Zichen picked up the pencil sharpener, then Lin Fann squeezed it hard to get the blade out.
"Mr. Lin, please advise."
Looking at the blade in Lin Fann's hand, Muscular Man rushed over with a machete in his hand.
He bent his waist slightly, and the machete in his hand fell to the ground, causing sparks to fly everywhere.
"Mr. Lin, my knife is coming."
The moment he said those words, he leaped into the air. As he grabbed the hilt of the saber with both of his hands, the veins on his arms bulged.
He exerted his strength to the limit, like a fierce tiger pouncing down on its prey.
"President Leng, the power of this slash is too terrifying."
Kong Quansheng clicked his tongue and was shocked by the sword.
Even though it was very far away from the scene, he could clearly feel the domineering nature of the machete.
It was as if the obstacles in front of him would explode and turn into nothingness under this blade attack.
"Patriarch Kong, this is our World Assembly's swordsman."
Saying this, he looked at Nangong Duan with a cold gaze: "The reason why it's called a one cut, is not only because his blade techniques are powerful, but because he has the strength of a mid stage Bright Strength."
"President Leng, I'm afraid your middle stage strength is not enough."
Thinking about what happened to Ding Sheng, Nangong Duan's eyes narrowed: "Lin Fann's power is very strong."
"Hiss …"
The sounds of people drawing in cold air could be heard one after another.
He still wanted to say something, but hurriedly looked over.
The battle on the scene had already ended. Lin Fann stood there safely, while he held his hand to his throat.
His eyes were filled with disbelief, and there was even a hint of fear.
Crack.
The machete in his hand fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
"You … "You …"
He wanted to speak, but he was unable to do so. He spat out a large mouthful of blood.
"What just happened? It ended in a single move? "
"He lost in a single slash, he lost in a single slash."
"Not only did he lose, he even got killed."