While she was dragging Chen Fan’s corpse, Lin Sanjiu carefully examined his lethal wounds.

The old woman only used a single blow to kill Chen Fan; however, Chen Fan’s chest was covered by multiple bloodied holes which were nested closely together. It was like a mashed up beehive and was quite a disturbing sight. No matter how much force that woman's punch held, there was no way that it could naturally produce such a wound. At that point, Lin Sanjiu concluded that it had something to do with that woman's fists.

Right now, Lin Sanjiu was witnessing that woman's strange attack. Instead of a single concentrated blow, the old woman's punch was like a combined attack of a dozen sharp spikes at once. Currently, they were all aimed at Lin Sanjiu upper body. If they hit her, she would instantly become a human sieve, and her corpse would look worse than Chen Fan’s. Alarmed, Lin Sanjiu shifted her body, and as if every inch of her muscles suddenly came alive, she barely evaded the attack with a