C1707 Nailed to the Wall

He swiftly grabbed the man's fist once again.

Seeing this, the man attempted to pull back his hand to strike Lin Yaoyang.

But he found his fist immovable, as if it were no longer his own. Lin Yaoyang, with a single hand, gripped the man's fist, standing still, his eyes dark and stormy as if about to overflow with water