"But rest assured, your master will soon join you."
As he spoke, the iron hook came crashing down!
However, after a flash of cold light, Iron Hook Man's arm suddenly trembled.
"Clack, clack, clack..."
The iron hook stopped less than five centimeters above Little White's head. Although just a little more downward force would have pierced the seemingly cumbersome Big Head, Iron Hook Man's arm seemed to be frozen, incapable of moving further.
His swollen arm emitted strange sounds, and the veins on the back of his hand grew more menacing. No matter how hard he tried, the iron hook seemed as if it had taken root in the air, unable to press down further. Just then, he suddenly leapt back, narrowly avoiding Little White's abruptly swung sharp claws.
Once on the ground, Iron Hook Man wiped his cheek with the back of his hand. "That was close..." Although he hadn't actually been touched by the claw, the gust that swept past him felt like a slashing pain.
