"Ah! AHH—"
The middle-aged man with sunglasses shot backward as if he'd gone mad, screaming, the red lights in his mechanical eyes flashing wildly.
At this point, the part of his right arm above the elbow had been completely twisted into a mangled mess. Fragments of shattered bone and mangled flesh were mixed together, along with several fingers twisted beyond recognition, forming a limp, shapeless mass.
Although most Ancient Fighters were resolute, faced with such a situation, anyone would momentarily verge on a mental breakdown.
However, before the man with sunglasses could retreat far, a large, imposing figure darted out from the shadows. Lu Yuan moved like a ferocious beast, yet his movements were agile and graceful like... a crane?
He stomped hard on the ground. A shallow pit instantly blasted open beneath his foot, and his figure shot forward like a swift arrow. In a flash, he was before the screaming middle-aged man.
