Wounded Beast

"Kill him for me, kill this son of a bitch, and get my arm back!" Jackals gritted his teeth, clutching his severed arm, his voice sharp and venomous.

At this moment, momentum could not be lost. Wang Xuan understood this in his heart. Without waiting for the thugs behind him to charge, he rushed forward like a madman, holding his sword in both hands and shouting, "Jackals, run for your fucking lives!!"

The boss on the other side had already run. Wang Xuan truly didn't believe his subordinates still had the courage to fight to the death.

But reality was often the opposite of what was expected.

Perhaps the ones standing in front were all Jackals' trusted men, the most capable ones. Anyway, as he charged close, two slicers swung down at him.

Accelerating, with a small hop, he dodged the slicer from the left. Wang Xuan put all his strength into a downward slash at the other person.

The blade cut through the air with a 'whoosh', and in a flash, it struck the incoming slicer.

"Clang!"

The slicer flew out of his hand. The battle sword then slashed open a twenty-centimeter gash on the man's chest. Instantly, blood spurted out.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, save me!" The man staggered backward, shouting repeatedly.

Wang Xuan didn't even glance at him again. The battle sword in his hand slanted sharply to the left, "Pfft!" With a sound, it directly cut into the other person's ribs. Accompanied by a scream, this person dropped his knife, clutched his wound, and turned to run.

Having taken down two people in an instant, Wang Xuan finally had time to look for Jackals, but by then, Jackals had already disappeared into the crowd.

A quick scan showed at least a dozen people between them. Chasing was definitely impossible. Wang Xuan let out a shout and began hacking at the people blocking his path.

Dodging Wang Xuan's threat, Jackals finally looked back. Seeing that the madman was completely blocked, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Whoever kills this bastard for me, I'll promote him to be the leader of a whole street!"

As the saying goes, "Under heavy reward, there must be brave men." This is a timeless truth!

Jackals' shout immediately ignited the crowd's fighting spirit. A group of people who heard the voice cast venomous glances at Wang Xuan.

"Let's go together, kill him!"

In an instant, Wang Xuan felt his scalp tingle and his body turn cold. He wasn't some battle-hardened warrior. Even with preparation, this group of people, each with a knife, would turn him into a bloody mess.

Run!?

It wasn't that he hadn't considered it, but his mission was here. What did a 49er rely on to make a name for himself? Being a sycophant?

Impossible. He wasn't a eunuch, he was a Young and Dangerous!

Either kill them until they're scared, or die himself!

So, you'd better die!

Wang Xuan hardened his heart and lunged forward. The meter-long Japanese katana swung in a wide arc!

"Fuck you, I'll kill you all first!"

There were too many people. He could only cut as many as he could. Without much experience or strategy, Wang Xuan relied on that reckless northeastern spirit!

He couldn't back down now, he had to fight!

Compared to the slicers in the hands of Jackals' subordinates, Wang Xuan's Japanese katana was a heavy weapon. Taking advantage of its size, it swept out in a wide arc. Even swung wildly, it created a dazzling display of sword light, appearing quite intimidating.

Being hit by such a large weapon would at least result in a serious injury, and if he wasn't careful, he could lose his life. Facing the approaching Wang Xuan, the seven or eight Jackals' subordinates in front could only retreat step by step, not daring to get close.

However, they could guard against the front, but not the back.

Without paying attention, a fierce wind sounded from behind him.

"Screech!"

The leather jacket on his back was cut open. The bandages wrapped around the Dragon Tiger Leopard couldn't stop it either. Wang Xuan felt a chill on his back, followed by a sharp pain.

He was injured!

Ignoring the enemies in front, he fiercely twisted around. Seeing another thug raising his knife to strike down, Wang Xuan roared, "Ah!"

His waist moved his arm, and a lightning-fast blade light flashed. The thug's knife-wielding arm was severed and flew off!

"My hand, my hand, ahhhhhh!" The thug clutched his severed arm and stumbled backward, screaming.

Without waiting to pursue, he felt another chill from behind. Wang Xuan stumbled forward a couple of steps, and his back was struck again.

The swinging blade stopped. The thugs surrounding him from all directions immediately swarmed forward.

Wang Xuan had charged too fiercely and pursued too deeply. Baki's subordinates were left far behind. At this moment, he was isolated and helpless!

He gritted his teeth and hardened his resolve. Ignoring the pain in his upper body.

Turn around!

Step forward!

Slash!!

The Japanese katana fiercely chopped down on the shoulder of the thug who had just injured him. A 'crack' sound of bone breaking rang out!

"Ah!"

"Screech!"

Accompanied by the thug's scream, Wang Xuan was struck again from behind!

"You motherfucker!" Wang Xuan cursed, gripping the sword hilt with both hands. He kicked the thug in the stomach, using the leverage to pull out his battle sword!

"You motherfucker, you motherfucker, you motherfucker..." Wang Xuan went mad, focusing only on the person in front of him, completely ignoring everyone else around him.

At this moment, the concept of not harming lives was completely gone from his mind. After being struck three times, his life was under immense threat. Coupled with the stimulation of pain, Wang Xuan's eyes turned blood red!

What about harming people?

What about going to jail?

Screw that!

He wildly swung the Japanese katana, slashing diagonally towards the opponent's neck, shouting, "I'll kill you!"

The thug, terrified, took a step back and raised his hand to block. Blood splashed, and an arm flew off at the elbow.

A blade came down from the left. He didn't have time to dodge, nor did he possess the agility to do so. He could only block with his left arm.

Fortunately, the quality of the slicer was mediocre; ten or eight slashes wouldn't kill someone. Moreover, his left arm was already wrapped in homemade armor. This blow caused no real harm.

This blade clearly struck, so why did the madman with the Japanese katana opposite him seem completely unfazed? The jackal's subordinate stared blankly at the blood-red-eyed Wang Xuan, momentarily at a loss.

"Screw you!"

Wang Xuan didn't have time to wait for him to understand. He thrust his right-hand katana fiercely towards the thug's abdomen.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The thug's expression contorted. He staggered back two steps, frantically covering the wound on his abdomen with both hands!

As blood flowed, all his strength seemed to drain away. His legs went limp, and he collapsed to his knees. His body convulsed a few times before falling still!

He pulled out his blade and, unconsciously, swept it backward, slicing into the waist of a thug behind him. A scream followed.

At this point, he seemed to enter a bizarre state, his body moving entirely on instinct. He sidestepped, dodging a slicer, raised his blade to block two slicers, and kicked a thug away. Immediately after, a burning pain shot through his back.

Ultimately, even the strongest fists can't fend off four hands.