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In the enclosed elevator.

The seductive woman was almost instantly pushed towards Lin Chuan.

Croney moved skillfully, reaching the pinnacle of speed.

His right hand went straight for his waist, drawing a gun with a speed Lin Chuan had rarely seen in his life.

It was a speed ingrained in muscle memory, so fast that he didn't need to think about the position of the gun or find the trigger, he just had to reach for his waist and the gun, as if by magic, appeared in his hand.

The woman, half falling, did not completely block Lin Chuan's view.

Lin Chuan took in the scene completely.

Suppose, on the first floor of the elevator, when the doors opened and Croney would have fired without Lin Chuan being ready, there was a 90% chance that Lin Chuan would be shot.

But now, Lin Chuan, also a top-tier King of Killers, was fully prepared.

Even, one could say, at his peak!

The moment Croney pushed the woman aside, Lin Chuan had already anticipated his move. Just as Croney touched the handgun, Lin Chuan had already sidestepped the woman.

The two men acted almost simultaneously.

Croney quickly drew his gun, but before it was fully drawn, Lin Chuan's hand was already there.

Lin Chuan's strong right hand, like a falcon's mighty claw, struck Croney with the ultimate human speed.

Croney silently cursed.

But he wasn't easy prey.

His left hand immediately moved, reaching for Lin Chuan's right hand, trying to balance Lin Chuan and raise his gun to pose a sufficient threat.

However, he hadn't anticipated that Lin Chuan would be faster.

Snap!

Croney felt as though he had been seized by a tiger, his right hand unable to lift.

F*ck!

Looking up, he locked eyes with Lin Chuan.

Clarity shone in Lin Chuan's eyes, his facial expression and demeanor reflected in the black pupils, the corners of his eyes seemingly smiling.

He didn't have time to ponder.

He pressed down hard with his right hand.

The downward pulling force burst forth even faster and fiercer, and even Lin Chuan couldn't maintain his grip.

Once Lin Chuan followed his force downwards, his entire posture would unbalance, and Croney's left elbow would strike in an instant.

Top-tier killer, king-level.

The two had extraordinary fighting skills and experience.

With this pull, Croney's right hand instantly broke free, afterward moving upward, his right knee bending sharply, thrusting up towards Lin Chuan.

This move was a knee strike!

Fast and powerful, if it hit Lin Chuan's abdomen, he likely would lose his fighting ability and fall to the ground clutching his stomach.

In that instant of a fight, Croney already knew Lin Chuan's level.

Thus, he wasn't thinking of defeating him with just that knee strike.

His goal was to force Lin Chuan into a defensive state, making him block with his hands or retreat to dodge.

This way, he could free up his stance and quickly lift his gun.

The gun was his absolute advantage.

Here, the masters sparred, every move was a calculation.

Lin Chuan's face was tense, his nerve taut.

Facing Croney, he was both cautious and brimming with fighting spirit.

He knew this was a top-tier killer.

Even, one might say, a king.

This level of opponent was exactly whom he wanted to face—far more than the ten thugs sent from the Old Street Factory District, whom Lin Chuan had effortlessly subdued.

At this moment, a trace of elation rose in Lin Chuan's heart.

It was the battling spirit deep within a man.

A battle experience accumulated in the Virtual World over countless hours, coming forth now, as if he was back in "Killer Life."
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Mr. Lin and Lin Chuan merged at this moment.

Facing Croney's knee strike, Lin Chuan neither chose to block with his hands nor to retreat and dodge.

His wealth of fighting experience allowed him to make an instantaneous decision.

Lin Chuan swiftly leaned back, his right foot firmly gripping the elevator floor, his waist forcefully powering up, sidestepping, elbowing, like a charging bull, colliding with Croney.

This sidestep neatly dodged Croney's knee strike.

The elbow counterattack quickly seized the initiative in this round.

Croney's right leg still not lowered, his rash counterattack would inevitably cause an unsteady posture, exposing gaps and flaws.

He chose to duck to avoid.

At the same time, his feet solidly landed on the elevator floor.

His right hand swiftly adjusted its position.

Lifting the gun, aiming.

In one fluid motion!

Yet, Lin Chuan vanished like a specter to his right.

Upon looking again, Lin Chuan had already slightly crouched down.

He had misjudged!

It was a fatal flaw!

Croney inwardly screamed in alarm!

He instinctively tried to lower his gun and step back to create space, but after two brief exchanges, his positioning was already cornered.

No retreat possible!

Thus, there was no such thing as space between him and Lin Chuan.

Close combat.

Lin Chuan gave him no chance to use his gun, his attacks intense, his counterattacks flawless.

His handgun was as if non-existent.

Bang.

Lin Chuan threw a punch, hitting Croney's wrist with precision.

Croney felt as if struck by an iron-hard object, his wrist aching, he grimaced, bit down on his teeth, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to endure the pain.

His hand still tightly grasped the gun.

However, Lin Chuan had already gained the upper hand.

Lin Chuan was like a deity in this elevator, unbeatable.

The woman, having never witnessed such a scene, curled up in a corner, terrified to the utmost.