The long whip was like a mere ornament. Xiao Lin watched the man springing up with strict focus; what made this opponent terrifying was his legs—that was his real killing weapon.
Holding his breath and centering himself, he ended the probing phase right here. As the opponent shot up, Xiao Lin's expression grew solemn; at the same time he bent his knees and sprang upward, meeting the assassin man in midair.
Xiao Lin's hands shaped into claws and clamped viciously toward the assassin man's ankles. The latter kicked and twisted away, but while he escaped on the right, he couldn't escape on the left. Just as he lashed out, Xiao Lin's left hand had already caught his other foot, five fingers digging hard into the acupoint at the hollow of the ankle.
With a furious roar, Xiao Lin's arms jolted with force. His left hand twisted, then sank downward, and he swung the man's whole body up and over, then slammed him toward the ground.
