Lin Feng said.
"But I'll keep fighting."
"Until the Consortium falls, or I do."
Iron Hand remained silent for a long time.
"I've served the Consortium for eighty years."
He said.
"I've seen countless people like you."
"They all thought they could change something."
"But in the end, they all died."
"That was them."
Lin Feng said.
"Not me."
Iron Hand raised his right hand.
The energy runes on his metal prosthetic arm began to glow.
The blue light grew brighter and brighter.
"I don't want to kill you."
Iron Hand said.
"But it's my duty."
"I don't want to kill you either."
Lin Feng tightened his grip on the Heaven-Opening Axe.
"But you're standing in my way."
Both men moved at the same time.
Iron Hand was extremely fast.
His metal prosthetic arm became a black afterimage, heading straight for Lin Feng's chest.
Lin Feng turned sideways and blocked it with the axe handle.
Clang!
The collision of metal shook the entire square.
Lin Feng stepped back half a step.
Iron Hand also stepped back half a step.
Both men raised their heads at the same time and looked at each other again.
"You're stronger than I imagined."
Iron Hand said.
"Your fist is harder than I imagined."
Lin Feng said.
Iron Hand said nothing more.
He charged at Lin Feng.
His metal prosthetic arm struck repeatedly.
Every punch carried a howl that tore through the air.
Lin Feng blocked with the Heaven-Opening Axe.
Clang, clang, clang, clang!
Four consecutive metallic collisions rang out.
Lin Feng was forced back more than ten steps.
Iron Hand pursued him relentlessly.
Left punch, right punch, elbow strike, knee strike.
The attacks came thick as a torrential downpour.
Lin Feng gritted his teeth and took every attack head-on.
Then he seized an opening.