"Ye Chen, I never thought you'd survive, let alone dare to cause trouble in the prison. Now that you're here, this is where you'll die."
Iron Hand swung the gleaming iron hook on his arm and sneered. Then he kicked off the ground and sprang at Ye Chen like a leopard.
Iron Hand moved fast. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Ye Chen like a whirlwind. His right hook flashed coldly as he swung it at Ye Chen's head.
"Hmph..."
Ye Chen sneered and snapped out a side kick. Wind howled around his leg, stirring dust and sand from the ground.
Ye Chen's right leg struck Iron Hand's arm. Iron Hand staggered, eyes widening in surprise, and retreated three steps.
Iron Hand raised his right hook to his mouth and licked it, feigning composure. An arrogant sneer curled his lips, but inside, he was shaken.
One exchange was enough to tell whether an opponent had skill!
When experts fought, even a tentative clash could reveal the gap between them.
Ye Chen quickly swept his gaze around. The other Dragon Guards were standing back to watch, exactly as he hoped. He had to take out Iron Hand first. If they all rushed him together, even three heads and six arms wouldn't be enough.
Ye Chen's face darkened. He crouched, then shot toward Iron Hand like a bolt from a bow.
He leaped past Iron Hand's hook and brushed by his shoulder. As they passed, his right hand darted toward Iron Hand's waist.
Rip!
Ye Chen tore a chunk of flesh from Iron Hand's waist. Blood gushed from the wound, and Iron Hand hopped about in pain.
Ye Chen turned and snorted. "Soru!"
Before Iron Hand could dodge, Ye Chen was behind him again. His face twisted