The remaining man took the opportunity to roll aside, barely avoiding the kick.
Lin Taichu's gaze turned icy. Without hesitation, he lunged at the man again and grappled with him.
As he fought, he observed the battle around him. He realized that he could not finish the man off anytime soon, and his stamina was severely depleted. He had to find somewhere to rest and recover as quickly as possible.
With that thought, he suddenly reached out and seized the man's sword hand by the wrist. Then he kicked him, sending him flying.
The other man immediately sprang up, raising his sword to stab at Lin Taichu's back. This was exactly what Lin Taichu wanted. He shifted slightly to evade the attack, then reached out and clamped down on the man's wrist. With a hard twist—crack!—he snapped it cleanly.
Then he grabbed the man by the collar, lifted him as if he were a chick, and viciously hurled him aside.
Once his breathing had steadied somewhat, Lin Taichu looked at the other sword-wielding man and asked in a low voice, "Wang Zhiqiang is your master, isn't he?"
The man said coldly, "Since you know that, why haven't you surrendered?"
Lin Taichu burst into laughter. "Good. What a fine case of not knowing what's good for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he struck like lightning, instantly seizing the man by the throat. Without hesitation, he snapped his neck, tossed aside the corpse, and took off running.
Wang Zhiqiang had thought victory was assured, but he never expected Lin Taichu to be so terrifyingly strong. In only a few seconds, Lin Taichu had killed several men in succession, including Wang Zhiqiang's most trusted and capable assistant. He was terrified.
At that moment, Wang Zhiqiang no longer cared about seizing the