Chapter 475 - Chapter 475: Chapter 295 F*ck! Is He the Assassin, or Am I the Assassin? (2/2)
Lin Chuan’s face was tense, his nerve taut.
Facing Croney, he was both cautious and brimming with fighting spirit.
He knew this was a top-tier killer.
Even, one might say, a king.
This level of opponent was exactly whom he wanted to face—far more than the ten thugs sent from the Old Street Factory District, whom Lin Chuan had effortlessly subdued.
At this moment, a trace of elation rose in Lin Chuan’s heart.
It was the battling spirit deep within a man.
A battle experience accumulated in the Virtual World over countless hours, coming forth now, as if he was back in “Killer Life.”
Mr. Lin and Lin Chuan merged at this moment.
Facing Croney’s knee strike, Lin Chuan neither chose to block with his hands nor to retreat and dodge.
His wealth of fighting experience allowed him to make an instantaneous decision.
Lin Chuan swiftly leaned back, his right foot firmly gripping the elevator floor, his waist forcefully powering up, sidestepping, elbowing, like a charging bull, colliding with Croney.
This sidestep neatly dodged Croney’s knee strike.
The elbow counterattack quickly seized the initiative in this round.
Croney’s right leg still not lowered, his rash counterattack would inevitably cause an unsteady posture, exposing gaps and flaws.
He chose to duck to avoid.
At the same time, his feet solidly landed on the elevator floor.
His right hand swiftly adjusted its position.
Lifting the gun, aiming.
In one fluid motion!
Yet, Lin Chuan vanished like a specter to his right.
Upon looking again, Lin Chuan had already slightly crouched down.
He had misjudged!
It was a fatal flaw!
Croney inwardly screamed in alarm!
He instinctively tried to lower his gun and step back to create space, but after two brief exchanges, his positioning was already cornered.
No retreat possible!
Thus, there was no such thing as space between him and Lin Chuan.
Close combat.
Lin Chuan gave him no chance to use his gun, his attacks intense, his counterattacks flawless.
His handgun was as if non-existent.
Bang.
Lin Chuan threw a punch, hitting Croney’s wrist with precision.
Croney felt as if struck by an iron-hard object, his wrist aching, he grimaced, bit down on his teeth, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to endure the pain.
His hand still tightly grasped the gun.
However, Lin Chuan had already gained the upper hand.
Lin Chuan was like a deity in this elevator, unbeatable.
The woman, having never witnessed such a scene, curled up in a corner, terrified to the utmost.