Lu Zhen's eyes narrowed as he felt a sharp sensation on his neck. Instinctively, he raised his hand to block the katana. The blade slashed at his hand, and the middle-aged man smirked, thinking he could cleanly slice through Lu Zhen's arms and behead him.
However, as the katana met Lu Zhen's hand, it cleanly sliced through a portion of it, about an inch deep. The middle-aged man's confidence grew, thinking he had struck a decisive blow. But to his disbelief, his katana became stuck. He tugged and pulled, but it wouldn't budge from Lu Zhen's thick, muscular arms.
Frowning in frustration, the middle-aged man couldn't comprehend what was happening.
"Got you."
Suddenly, Lu Zhen's voice, cold and determined, echoed in his ears. Two extra arms sprouted from Lu Zhen's back, and they delivered powerful punches to the middle-aged man's right in the face.
