"Damn."
Lin Chen's heart sank. He indeed saw Lu Kang's attack coming, but seeing was one thing; he did not have enough time to react.
His speed was already less than Lu Kang's, and with this attack surging, Lu Kang seized the opportunity to strike at Lin Chen's body.
He aimed precisely for Lin Chen's momentary pause.
Lin Chen struggled to turn his body sideways while simultaneously wielding the Tianyan Ancient Sword, its blade bursting into waves of Spiritual Energy that partially dispelled the black miasma, giving Lin Chen a chance to retract it.
Though Lin Chen's reaction was not slow, he was still half a step behind Lu Kang. Lu Kang's fist, like a meteor dashing down, scorched the air, making his arm glow a faint red.
Lin Chen's clothes quickly tore open, burning a gaping hole.
His eyes widened, channeling the Spiritual Energy within his Dantian toward his own waist and abdomen.
"Hmph, futile resistance!"
Lu Kang sneered.
