At the very moment when Ning Fan and the black-clad man were parallel in positioning, Ning Fan struck instantly.
With five fingers forming a claw, Ning Fan directly reached out to grab the black-clad man's back.
If this move hit, with the terrifying force in Ning Fan's hand, it would be an easy task to render the black-clad man into a state of unconsciousness.
The black-clad man, who had his psychological defenses completely shattered by the previous hammer-on-fingers game, was silenced.
Ning Fan did not wish for this black-clad man to die before his eyes again.
Moreover, by reasoning through relationships, this black-clad man was lurking in the shadows, observing the previous group of black-clad men's siege on Ning Fan. He should logically rank higher than the previous black-clad man.
If he could catch him, Ning Fan felt he should be able to learn more.
"Rip!"
A crisp sound occurred just as Ning Fan was about to grab his back.
