His speed was so fast that it couldn't even be detected by the naked eye.
All the knife-wielders could only rely on vague instincts and wildly swung their watermelon knives.
Lin Dong was not only fast in his movements, but also quick in his eyes. The trajectory of more than 200 knives seemed to slow down considerably in his eyes.
Even more outrageous is that, after being enhanced, his physical defenses have broken through the critical point of physical defense, reaching the legendary state of true "invulnerability to swords and spears."
With his enhanced and incredibly flexible wrists, Lin Dong's every move comes from an unexpected angle, making him extremely cunning.
The screams of the crowd filled the warehouse; blood splattered everywhere, and gleaming watermelon knives lay scattered on the ground...
The Crocodile Blade Formation, with over 200 members, couldn't find a single opponent capable of defeating them.
Everyone was either stabbed in the wrist or had their Achilles tendons severed, and they quickly lost their fighting ability...
Han the Cripple, who was sitting on the sofa watching the game, had turned deathly pale. He stared at everything in disbelief.
How is that possible?
How could his proud "crocodile knife formation" be so easily defeated?
The other three spectators on the sofa were no better off; they were equally shocked by Lin Dong's monstrous abilities.
What kind of freak is this Lin Dong?
Is this... even human?
"Elder Nie, what exactly is Lin Dong's cultivation level? Peak of the Transformation Realm?"
Ling Xiaoxiao asked in a murmur.
"I don't know either. I can't tell his level at all. His speed is too fast, and his power is also very strange."
However… if I were in the formation, I definitely couldn’t have done what he did.”
Nie Yongchun let out a long sigh, calmed his shocked emotions, and said in a deep voice:
"This person's name is Lin Dong? That name sounds familiar..."
...
The fight had ended while the two were talking.
Faced with a formation of 270 people wielding knives, Lin Dong adopted the most brutal method: knock them all down.
Before Han the Cripple could recover from his shock, a gleaming watermelon knife was already at his neck.
The icy, sharp sensation of the blade penetrated his skin and muscles, reaching deep into his bones, sending a chill down his spine.
"All down, in 55 seconds, less than a minute. Boss Han, it's time for more money."
Lin Dong's cold and ruthless voice rang in his ears.
"You...you...who exactly are you?"
Han the Cripple's lips turned blue, and his whole body trembled incessantly.
"Didn't I already tell you? My name is Lin Dong, and I'm from Nandu. By the way, after all this commotion, Boss Han will have to compensate me for more than just 2 million."
"How much...how much do you want?"
"Not much, just two hundred million."
"What?"
Han the Cripple was terrified and fainted.
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