How powerful could a primarch be?
A fully armed Space Marine could kill another fully armed Space Marine in a surprise attack, while a naked primarch could counterkill an entire group of fully armed Space Marines ambushing him, suffering only minor injuries that would heal within half a day.
Lin Fan had seen the Adeptus Custodes in battle: swift, inescapable sweeps of their long blades, perfect shots that struck the exact same point with every bullet. Yet, despite being mass-produced elite warriors in a sense, they still fell somewhat short when compared to the twenty unique primarchs, each with their own distinct traits.
More than a thousand meters separated them, yet in just a few breaths, Lin Fan saw the enraged Jaghatai running straight up before him. Even his eyesight could not fully track the Khan's movements.
Lin Fan's eyes and neck simply turned far too slowly...
Without the slightest hesitation, Jaghatai Khan drove his scimitar into Lin Fan's neck. Then the strange sensation transmitted through the blade made his expression change drastically.
Jaghatai's control was clearly superior to Tokman of the Dark Cells. He swiftly withdrew his blade and spun away, then lashed out at Lin Fan with his enormous iron boot.
The powerful recoil put tremendous pressure on his knee. In that unbuffered kick, one could hear the grinding of power armor and the faint shifting of the primarch's internal bones.
"Like... stepping on a mountain..."
Propelled away by the force of his own kick, Jaghatai Khan braced one hand against the ground, avoiding the embarrassment of falling and rolling. Then, with a push of his wrist, he sprang smoothly into the air and landed back on his feet.
And Lin Fan?
He had not reacted at all. Only after Jaghatai had rushed behind him and assumed his