Kleisa flicked his wrist, and a cold glint slashed toward Lin Chen's throat.
Lin Chen let out a cold snort, shifted his body sideways to dodge the dagger, and immediately sank his arm, delivering a heavy elbow strike straight to Kleisa's wound.
Kleisa staggered back four or five steps, his face instantly turning ashen.
Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed not far away—the other team members were rushing over in response to the commotion.
Kleisa's expression shifted. He quickly pulled a spherical object from his pocket and threw it to the ground. In the next moment, he turned and ran.
However, he had only taken a few steps when he suddenly felt a gust of wind press against his back.
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, Kleisa's body was sent flying, landing heavily on the ground.
The force of the kick had struck right in the middle of his back. After hitting the ground, Kleisa's complexion became even paler, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a loud "splat."
