The atmosphere was tense.
The onlookers watched the scene unfold, their eyes full of amusement.
Shi Wen glanced at Evan Lin standing in front of Harvey Pang, a hint of anticipation flickering in his expression.
Harvey Pang was stronger than Shi Wen—he was late-stage Outer Strength, plus he’d trained an Iron-Skin technique that made his muscles freakishly tough. Even other late-stage Outer Strength fighters could barely budge him.
At that moment, Evan Lin lifted his head slightly, his gaze indifferent.
Everyone saw him raise a single finger.
“Did that kid get scared stiff?”
“Is he seriously gonna try and crush Harvey Pang with one finger? Hahaha.”
Harvey Pang snorted coldly. Seeing Evan make a move, he swung his hand out to grab Evan by the throat.
If he got a solid grip, Harvey was confident he could snap Evan’s neck on the spot.
Out here at Magnolia Manor, killing someone wouldn’t cause any trouble at all.
Anyone who came here for the tournament prelims was already prepared for anything. Killing someone would just make the rest think you’re even stronger.
Harvey’s palm whipped out, about to grab Evan’s neck—when Evan’s finger shot forward like lightning.
It happened faster than a blink.
Harvey’s eyes went wide. He suddenly felt his chest go hollow.
The defense Harvey was so proud of collapsed instantly.
Boom!
His massive body crashed to the ground, eyes still full of confusion and disbelief.
The last thing he saw in this world was Evan Lin’s cold, expressionless face.
“Huh? What happened to Harvey Pang? Why’d he suddenly drop?” Nearby, a young man who’d been watching with his arms crossed froze for a second as Harvey collapsed.