The two assassins saw Lin Chen treating them as sparring partners, and instantly burned with rage.
Their moves became faster and faster, but to their dismay, they found that even though they used all their strength, Lin Chen was completely unaffected.
The two instantly felt miserable; this was incredibly frustrating.
Especially Lin Chen kept mumbling something like "Ling Bo's Micro Steps" and "Dragon's Tail Swing."
In Lin Chen's eyes, the two of them weren't assassins at all, but just tools.
"Look, their hearts are already chaotic, so their moves are full of flaws when they're disordered."
As the words fell, the black-clothed man's military stinger came thrusting at Lin Chen's right rib; Lin Chen reached out with his wrist and directly grabbed the opponent's wrist.
"Crack!"
Accompanied by a crisp sound, the black-clothed man's hand loosened, and the military stinger also fell into Lin Chen's hand.
