The assassin, his eyes sullied with mud and water, stinging with pain, was forced to quickly retreat to a safe spot. Using his hand, he wiped the mud and sand from his face, then, hanging upside down with his legs, he propelled himself off the ground, rising like an eagle spreading its wings, pouncing towards Xiao Lin. His outstretched hands were claw-like; if he grabbed hold, he'd tear away a considerable bit of flesh.
Bang bang! The sharp claws collided with Xiao Lin's fists, producing a fierce sound. One was a strange, sinister presence; the other, a solid iron fist. Neither side could easily gain the upper hand in a short time. Xiao Lin's iron fists and his mysterious body techniques completely blocked the assassin's retreat, leaving him unable to unleash his speed, which greatly irritated him.
