"Hmph!!"
Though self-doubt had arisen in his heart.
Prince Saint Lucca did not space out at this moment.
His punch had missed.
He let out an angry snort and swiftly tried to pull back his fist, preparing to launch a third attack!
He simply refused to believe that, in close-quarters combat, this Freelancer could surpass him, an Enchanter who had inherited the power of an ancient Martial God!
However...
An accident occurred.
"This..."
The pupils in his scarlet eyes, brimming with brutality and madness, suddenly constricted.
Because...
He could not pull back his fist!
The reason was that the Freelancer had suddenly struck out, his five fingers hooked like claws as they firmly clamped down on his wrist!!
Even more terrifyingly...
No matter how hard he tugged backward, the Freelancer remained as immovable as a mountain, those sharp eagle-like eyes coldly fixed on him!
"Damn it!!"
Prince Saint Lucca cursed furiously and could only use his free second hand!
His right arm had been seized.
He could now only use his left arm to attack Ling Zhan!
Within his mind, the ancient Martial God's consciousness told him that, based on its countless experiences of life-and-death combat, severing his arm and retreating was actually the optimal choice at this moment.
But Saint Lucca was unwilling to do so!
Though he had already sensed the terror of this Freelancer's physique.
His proud and arrogant nature would not allow this Freelancer to force him into severing his arm and retreating!!
There would only be a head-on clash!
No retreat!
Whoosh!!
He raised his left arm high, palm held upright, as though it had transformed into an incomparably sharp hand blade, ready to chop down at Ling Zhan!
Wrapped in the terrifying martial intent of that ancient Martial God, this hand-blade strike could easily