Lin Chuan stood far away on the other side of the cliff, staring at the middle-aged man, but his attention was entirely fixed on the man's wrist.
He hadn't expected that someone of the middle-aged man's strength would still resort to a sneak attack against an unknown nobody like him. Even so, Lin Chuan didn't feel angry.
In his view, in a life-and-death duel, no matter what means were used, as long as one killed the opponent, one won. Since ancient times, history was written by the victors; it was as simple as that.
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