Lin Wan did not respond.
He did not even glance at Blood Fang. He merely stood there quietly, his calm gaze sweeping over the nine people surrounding him.
He was observing.
Their positions, their weapons, and the flicker of fear that flashed through their eyes.
In Slaughter City, Soul Power and Martial Souls could not be used.
This meant combat had returned to its most primitive form.
Strength, speed, technique, and, most importantly, the resolve to kill.
And Lin Wan had tempered himself to the very limit in that regard.
"Kill!"
A thunderous roar shattered the brief stalemate.
Poison Scorpion moved first, the lean man with sinister eyes.
The poisoned dagger in his hand glimmered an eerie green beneath the blood moon. His body flashed like a ghost, and he was already at Lin Wan's left, driving the dagger straight for Lin Wan's throat!
His speed was astonishing.
A wave of startled cries rose from the stands.
Poison Scorpion's forty-eight consecutive victories had relied on that ghostly speed and the lethal poison on his dagger.
As long as it broke even a little skin, his opponent's flesh would rot away within a few breaths.
But Lin Wan did not dodge.
He did not even look at Poison Scorpion.
Just as the dagger was about to pierce his throat, Lin Wan's left hand suddenly rose, his fingers curled into a claw as he precisely seized Poison Scorpion's knife-wielding wrist.
"What?" Poison Scorpion's pupils constricted sharply.
He had not even seen how Lin Wan moved!
The next instant, a terrifying force surged through his wrist. Lin Wan twisted his fingers, and Poison Scorpion's wrist bones cracked sharply.
"Aah!" Poison Scorpion let out a miserable scream, and the dagger fell from his hand.
Lin Wan's other hand had already caught the falling dagger,