For some reason, Wang Han tried several times to finish off his opponent with the Dragon-Binding Art, but the technique was always neutralized.
With Jin Sansheng meddling, Wang Han gradually found himself losing the upper hand.
Wang Han watched helplessly as Jin Sansheng brought his lantern down onto the electric scooter's seat. With a sharp tug, the seat vanished—damn it, even the iron tubing underneath was sliced through with ease, let alone Wang Han's bare neck.
Chapter 245