Behind the innkeeper, six strongmen swarmed forward. One tried to put Chen Shi in a chokehold from behind, two moved to grab his arms, another two stood in front and kicked toward his lower abdomen, and one more pulled out a short sword, intending to sever the tendons in Chen Shi's left hand.
Scholar Zhu and the others had seen this sort of thing plenty of times.
It was nothing more than studying for a few years, acquiring a divine gift and a divine embryo, and understanding a few spells, making them think they were remarkable. As long as someone got close, however, they were just frail, weak scholars with no strength to truss a chicken, left entirely at their mercy.
What was more, they were scholars too.
Just as they were about to close in, Chen Shi grabbed the chopsticks from the chopstick basket on the table. Before the feet of the two men in front of him could kick his lower abdomen, their legs were already pierced full of chopsticks.
Sticking in a neat row, the chopsticks ran all the way from their calves to their thighs.
The chopstick basket was already empty.
In this briefest of instants, Chen Shi had actually struck over forty times, taking more than forty chopsticks from the basket and stabbing them into their legs!
The two felt pain piercing their hearts and let out shrill, miserable howls.
With two fingers, Chen Shi pinched a chopstick from the leg of the man on his left, pulled it out of the wound, and thrust it backward. He stabbed it into the sunken spot on the shoulder of the man who had locked his neck from behind, narrowly missing his heart.
That chopstick entered through his chest and actually pierced right through his rear shoulder