Lin Chuan felt a heavy pressure on his chest, as if he had been hit by a large truck. It took him several seconds to recover, and just as he did, the person's attack came at him again.
With two consecutive backflips, Lin Chuan finally evaded the range of the attack. Although it was just a slight brush, a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Lin Chuan's mouth. After all, even a small attack from this person was not to be underestimated.
