"Damn, don't let this guy escape!" Yelu Shou shouted, and he was already leaping towards the crow. Before everyone had time to react, one man and one wolf were already engaged in a fierce battle. Once assured there were no lethal injuries, everyone shifted their gaze to the central position.
The positions of the three in the center had changed. Lao Zhao, directly charging at Xiao Lin, clenched his fist and swung towards Xiao Lin's face. Having fought this man before, he knew Xiao Lin practiced Inner Strength. Xiao Lin dared not be careless and had been prepared from the start, avoiding his first attack.
This did not qualify as a proper attack; it was indeed a sneak attack made during the opponent's moment of turning their head. With a cold snort, Xiao Lin suddenly grabbed Lao Zhao's fist strongly and twisted his hand, locking it tightly in place.
