Lin Mu stood motionless, watching the punch from Lanzai swing towards him. Suddenly, he moved, gently sidestepped, reached out, and grabbed the fist that had missed, then twisted it deftly, and immediately there was a crisp sound of bone breaking.
"Ah…" Instantly, the Lanzai let out a miserable howl.
The four Lanzai behind him saw their companion being hit and, without a word, rushed forward swinging their fists. Lin Mu didn't dodge at all; he quickly extended his leg and delivered a series of spinning kicks. In the next second, the four Lanzai were sent flying in different directions. These kicks felt just like hitting a sandbag during training, only hitting a real person felt so much better. However, while Lin Mu felt great, the Lanzai were in a sorry state, rolling onto the ground and unable to get up again.
"Let's go." Lin Mu clapped his hands and smiled at An Qi'er.
"Brother Lin, what about them?" An Qi'er pointed at the Lanzai on the ground who were wailing in pain.
