For Lin Yuancheng, who was serious now, it was more than enough to defeat a small fry like Jia Shabai with a broken sword.
Don't be fooled by the "range of attack" of this broken sword, which was only about half that of a complete sword, but it also made its swinging speed somewhat faster.
At this moment, you could see Little Lin step forward with a leisurely pace, raising his hand to launch an attack.
His sword strike was so fast that Jia Shabai could not see it coming, and thus, naturally, had no time to block or dodge.
In the next second, Jia Shabai only felt a chill on his face, and a cut had appeared on his cheek.
The cut started from the right side of his jaw, tearing upwards, grazing the flesh under his right eye, and in an instant, a splash of blood burst forth; if the sword had been half an inch longer, Jia Shabai's right eye would probably have been blinded.
But this was just the beginning—it was the first stroke that Lin Yuancheng had casually unleashed.
