In a flash of thought, Ling Chen reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. As the flame flickered, aided by the faint light, Ling Chen could barely make out his surroundings within a meter or so. But at that moment, a whooshing sound came. Before Ling Chen could identify its origin, there was a sharp crack and the lighter in his hand was struck by something hard, falling directly to the ground.
Not a bad aim! Ling Chen squinted slightly, growing more alert in his heart.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Suddenly, two more cutting sounds sliced through the air. This time, Ling Chen acted without delay, swiftly changing position to evade the ambush.
"Friend, since you're here, why not come out and meet? Or is it because you're too ugly and dare not show your face?" Ling Chen asked. Although unaware of the opponent's identity, Ling Chen could sense the adversary's strong prowess.
