Lin Chen looked at the incoming whip without dodging or evading, but instead slowly reached out his right hand.
"Is this guy crazy? He's trying to catch the whip bare-handed!" Seeing this scene, many people were astonished and gaped.
Ai Ying screamed and involuntarily closed her eyes.
"Bang!"
Xu Zhiruo's whip finally struck Lin Chen's palm.
However, to everyone's surprise, Lin Chen's hand tightly grasped the whip.
"How is this possible!" Xu Zhiruo was well aware of the power contained in her whip.
But there Lin Chen stood, holding the whip with a face as calm as still water, as if what he was grasping was not a whip capable of smashing gold and cracking stones but an ordinary rope.
Xu Zhiruo's expression changed, and she hurriedly twisted her wrist to retrieve the whip.
Yet she found that Lin Chen's hand was like an iron clamp, firmly holding the whip.
Xu Zhiruo used all her strength, but the whip remained motionless in Lin Chen's grasp.
