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Sheyan stood unfazed in the face of a Harley Davidson rampaging in like a wild horse.

The light beam of the Harley Davidson shone into his eyes but failed to blind him. It was as though the glint in Sheyan's eyes was ten times sharper than the Harley's headlight.

A meter before the motorbike collided in, Sheyan's hands abruptly surged out and gripped the motorbike handle. Riding on the momentum, he flipped himself up into the air and maneuvered around like a butterfly, before landing precisely on the rider's shoulders.

If someone could photograph this scene, the picture would portray Sheyan riding a rider riding a motorbike. With his thighs clasping the rider's neck, Sheyan twisted his body forcefully; sending the rider somersaulting forward as Sheyan unleashed strength from both legs!