Moreover, several of his trusted followers, all of them Martial Artists, stood behind him. If he dodged, they would certainly be injured, perhaps even killed.
Vice Gang Leader Lin had seen his fair share of crises. After the initial shock, he pressed his hands on the armrests of his chair, his body hovering slightly, but he didn't charge forward.
'My son is a Veteran Extraordinary.'
'He'll be fine.'
'If I rush over, I'll only make him a laughingstock.'
Within the black mist, Tang Wen sneered at Lin San.
'Since Zhao Xiong came here to kill me...'
'...why should I be polite with the Lin Family?'
[Night Divine Fist, Eighth Form—Assassination]
Before the assassination came the spiritual Locking.
Under the cover of the dark mist, a terrifying wave of Spiritual Power focused into a needle and shot toward Lin San.
BUZZ!
Lin San's mind reeled.
It was as if a great bell was tolling right next to his ears.
His defensive stance was perfect, but his Power wavered and dispersed.
