The three storms completely enveloped Lin Xuan. Seeing this, Wu Ming laughed heartily. I've won.
The other new disciples also cheered.
"Great, this kid lost!"
"Hmph, maybe he'll be instantly killed."
"Who does he think he is, trying to block the Wind Thunder Fan? It's a Mystic Grade weapon! Can he really withstand it?"
"What are you so happy about?" Suddenly, a cold voice sounded from behind Wu Ming.
Wu Ming froze. When he turned around, his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. He found that Lin Xuan had somehow appeared behind him.
"This is impossible!" Wu Ming roared, raising the fan to swing it fiercely backward.
But Lin Xuan struck first. His left hand shot out like a Dragon Claw, instantly seizing Wu Ming's arm. With a powerful chop from his right hand, there was a sickening CRACK. Wu Ming's arm was broken. He screamed wretchedly as the fan clattered to the ground.
