Chen Nan didn't answer, just slowly walked forward.
His eyes were cold as a blade, with each step seeming to trample on Long San's heart, making this previously arrogant bully feel a suffocating pressure!
"You... you stay away!" Long San frantically grabbed a fallen Miao knife from the ground, but his injured wrist made it difficult to hold steady, the blade tip trembling uncontrollably: "I warn you, the Black Miao master is nearby, if he comes, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Chen Nan's figure suddenly disappeared from where he stood.
Long San only felt a blur in front of his eyes, then a heart-wrenching pain came from his right arm!
Crack!
The crisp sound of a bone breaking was especially piercing on the mountain path.
Long San's right arm twisted at a bizarre angle, limply hanging down, completely crippled.
"Ah!!" Long San let out a pig-slaying scream, fell to his knees, cold sweat pouring down like rain: "My hand! My hand!"
