"F*ck!"
Lin Yi cursed, "F*ck, we agreed to fight one-on-one. What the f*ck are you doing with a weapon? You really don't care about morals."
Hassad's men didn't care that much.
Or rather, no one who lived here cared about fairness.
As long as they could defeat the other party, they would win.
Soon, the black man rushed over.
But in Lin Yi's eyes, he was only slightly stronger than the person called Shabra.
From Lin Yi's perspective, there was almost no difference between them.
With a slight turn of his body, Lin Yi dodged the opponent's attack.
The black man staggered, then turned around and swung his blade, blocking Lin Yi's attack path. He was very experienced in combat.
However, this alone was far from enough to fight Lin Yi.
Lin Yi's big hand reached out at an odd angle and accurately grabbed the black man's wrist, bending it upwards!
"Ah!"