Powerless and with a grim acceptance of his situation, Lu Zhen couldn't muster the strength to escape the impending danger.
"However, this much force shouldn't be able to crack my skull. At most, I'll get a few scratches. But this is still a gamble. After all, the katana's material and quality depend on it. After I return, I must become a second-stage martial artist," Lu Zhen's mind raced with calculations, almost instantly assessing the strength of the katana's swing and the angle of the impending attack.
With the katana's edge barely 5 cm from Lu Zhen's skull, someone suddenly intervened. A powerful punch instantly separated the man's hand from his skeletal body, leaving the katana suspended in the detached hand before it clattered to the ground with a resonating clang.
Thud!
The katana fell to the ground. The man was stunned as his eyes widened in disbelief.