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Lao Guang, who received the instruction, didn't talk nonsense.

The ghost-headed sword swung out in an arc in the sunlight, and the iron ring on the back of the sword rattled. The sound alone was enough to scare people.

The onlookers subconsciously took half a step back, and someone cursed in a low voice, "Fuck, I'm really going to kill you."

Lin Jue did not retreat.

He didn't even draw the knife.

Lao Guang's first slash was an oblique slash, from the right shoulder to the left hip. The angle was awkward and the force was fierce. It was the standard starting position of the Ghost Head Sword.

If this knife is struck hard, it can directly cut off the collarbone.

But Lin Jue only stepped aside half a step, and the blade of the knife grazed the skirt of his chest. The distance was so close that he could hear the sound of the cloth being tightened by the wind of the knife.

Lao Guang slashed the air with his sword without pausing. He used the inertia of the blade to twist his waist and turn over, and the second slash followed closely.

This knife was faster than the first one, and the blade was swept flatly towards Lin Jue's throat. It was a typical serial killing move of "missing the target with one knife and saving the life with two knifes".

Lin Jue still didn't draw his sword.

He squatted down directly.

Neither dodge nor block, just squat.

A simple movement, like suddenly squatting down to tie shoelaces.

The blade of the Ghost Head Sword whizzed past three inches above his head and cut the whole thing in the air.

Lao Guang couldn't hold back his strength, and his whole body was carried around half a circle by the inertia of the blade, exposing all the gaps in his side ribs.

Right now.

Lin Jue didn't give him a chance to adjust. He changed his squatting position into a lunge, pushed his right leg on the ground, like a compressed spring, and his shoulder slammed into Lao Guang's ribs.

A standard close-up sudden progress, nothing fancy, just a quick word.

"You bastard, you can actually hide away!"

Lao Guang groaned in disbelief, his center of gravity was disrupted, but his reaction was not slow. He smashed the handle of the knife downwards, trying to hit the back of Lin Jue's head with the iron ring at the end of the handle.

Lin Jue's right hand grasped upwards at the anti-joint, and accurately clasped Lao Guang's wrist holding the knife, and pressed his thumb on the numb tendon on the inside of the wrist joint.

This is a basic technique in grappling. It is not flashy or showy, but the person being pinned down will lose grip strength instantly.

Lao Guang's fingers opened uncontrollably, and the ghost-headed knife fell to the ground with a clang.

"Ah..."

He wanted to struggle, but Lin Jue's fingers seemed to be rooted in the air and would not move.

Without waiting for Lao Guang to react, he hit his shoulder hard with a back elbow.

There was a muffled sound from the shoulder joint, and Lao Guang's body was forced to bend into a shrimp.

Then Lin Jue's knee came up and hit him right in the waist.

Lao Guang's groan turned into a scream, and his whole body went limp as if his bones had been ripped out.

The dozens of people watching were silent, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Until Lin Jue let go and took a step back.

Lao Guang couldn't get up at all.

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