"Damn it, who the hell are you?!" Fujiwara gripped his katana tightly, staring warily at Lin Chen.
Lin Chen let out a cold snort. "I'm a Huaxia man. Since you've decided to come to our land to wreak havoc, then you should have prepared to die here."
As his words fell, Lin Chen shot toward Fujiwara like a streak of lightning.
Fujiwara's eyes narrowed as he thrust his katana fiercely toward Lin Chen.
But by the time the blade struck out, Lin Chen had already vanished.
"Where is he?!" Fujiwara's expression shifted slightly.
Just then, Fujiwara felt a sharp gust of wind at his back.
He tried to dodge, but it was too late.
With a loud bang, Lin Chen's palm sent Fujiwara flying, crashing heavily into a tree.
Fujiwara's face slammed against the tree, leaving it a mangled mess of blood and flesh.
"Damn it!" Fujiwara wobbled as he stood up, a trace of fear flickering across his face.
