Lin Fan let out two loud laughs and said, "Clint, you're really ridiculous. This is my Huaxia, and this tomb was built according to our Huaxia ancient tomb structure. Your blood clan ancestors' legacy? I seriously suspect your brain got slammed in a door!"
"Bastard! What did you say!" Clint roared!
"I said your damn brain got slammed in a door!" Lin Fan cursed again!
"Courting death! Roar—!"
Clint threw his head back and let out a long howl, gripping his weapon and hacking crazily toward Lin Fan!
At this moment, three fingers on Lin Fan's right hand had snapped; he could no longer use his sword, so he had to switch to his left hand and raise it horizontally to block!
With a loud "clang"!
Although Lin Fan could also wield the Soft Sword quite decently with his left hand, it ultimately wasn't as strong as his main arm. This downward chop made his left arm go completely numb, and he almost couldn't hold on to the Soft Sword in his hand!
"Swish!"
