634 Annoying Speed Type Force

"Tehran! Are you okay?" the girl asked in a panic. "Please be careful! He practices crimson blade Fist with his Force!"

"I'm okay. I dodged!" The boy, Tehran, coughed a few times as he intensely stared at the large man.

"I have dragged on long enough." The large positioned himself in the same stance again. "What I just did was a warning. Now, I will cripple your right arm!" His black pupils gradually turned red as murderous intent flashed across his eyes.

Snip! Snip! Snip!

After three soft sounds, Tehran staggered backwards and quickly dodged two slashes from the knife. The third snip landed on his right arm, and red blood quickly dyed his white sportswear.

"Nice dodge. Let's try it again!" The large man was getting angry. "Die!!"

His right hand violently shook, and, like a chopping knife, he aimed for the young boy's limbs. Within two seconds, four crimson shadow blades flew out from him like a chain as he slashed four times.