When the folding fan slid past Xiao Lin's armpit, the sharp edge emerging from the fan handle tore his clothes. At the same time, he reached out to grab Lao Jiu's wrist, moved closer, and pushed his wrist, forcing him to retreat because of the bent wrist. Losing the upper hand, how could Lao Jiu be someone who easily gives up? Seeing the fan stabbing towards him, he forcefully tossed it up, and no one knew where the fan would land. Lao Jiu took this opportunity to kick his right leg at Xiao Lin, feinting a move, and then the fan landed steadily in his left hand.
Judging from the force blocked by his arm, the opponent's lower power was not weaker than the upper limbs. Xiao Lin chuckled twice, gathered his hair with a rubber band, took off his jacket, and beckoned to Lao Jiu.
