"What is that?" The President was startled. He accelerated again, narrowly evading the silver flash. Only then did he see clearly that it was a thin metal wire, one end attached to Lin Taichu's arm and the other fitted with an incomparably sharp blade.
With a flick of Lin Taichu's wrist, the metal wire danced through the air like a spirit serpent. The blade gleamed with a cold light as it attacked the President from every angle. The President kept dodging, repeatedly striking out with palm force in an attempt to hit the wire. Yet the wire was exceptionally agile, changing direction at critical moments and evading his attacks.
Their battle was extraordinarily fierce. Everyone else in the manor stopped what they were doing and watched the duel without blinking. They knew that its outcome would determine South City's future.
As the battle continued, Lin Taichu seemed to be growing increasingly strained. His movements began to slow, and several times, he nearly fell victim to the President's palm force. A smug smile appeared on the President's face. He believed Lin Taichu had reached his limit.
Yet a crafty glint flashed through Lin Taichu's eyes. His sluggishness had been deliberate. He wanted the President to lower his guard before delivering a fatal blow.
Just as the President prepared to launch his final attack, Lin Taichu suddenly erupted. He moved several times faster than before, and the metal wire carved afterimages through the air, sealing off every possible route of retreat. The President was horrified. He retreated again and again, trying to evade the wire's attack, but it was already too late.
Sshk! The blade on the metal wire carved a deep wound across the President's chest, and blood immediately gushed out. An incredulous expression appeared on the President's face. He had