Lin Fan pondered for a moment, looked at the terrified archer in front of him, and said, "Relax, I'm not going to kill you."
"Th-thank… thank you!" The archer's face was full of gratitude!
But before he could be happy, Lin Fan spoke again, "However, you attacked me first. If you don't pay any price at all, wouldn't that make me a bit too unmanly?"
The gratitude on the archer's face instantly turned into terror. "You… what do you want to do?"
"How about leaving an arm behind?" Lin Fan toyed with the dagger in his hand, spinning out a series of blade flowers, his practiced technique looking almost like a magic trick!
"No…"
The archer let out a hoarse roar!
Unfortunately, Lin Fan's hand had already risen and fallen. The sharp dagger slashed down along the archer's shoulder, hacking off one of his arms from the shoulder. Blood sprayed everywhere!
"Aaaahhh!"
A pig-slaughtering scream rang out!
