Chapter 127 A Test of Strength? Fine, I Accept!

• Every one of Lin Fan’s movements were swift; from the moment the knife flew off the table and he grabbed it to when he slashed at the men.
• It was a mere moment, but the expressions of bloodlust and ferocity on the charging muscular men’s face immediately froze. Under their gazes of disbelief, the sound of machetes falling kept ringing out. Clang, clang, clang...
• All of the men realized that their arms had suddenly turned to jelly; their machetes fell to the ground uselessly from their now strengthless arms.