Two fists could hardly fight off four hands.
And the few guards of Yan Shifan that Zhao Yu faced were all taller and sturdier than he was.
Before long, Zhao Yu was at a disadvantage.
Even so, born into a military family and tempered by years of martial arts training from childhood, Zhao Yu struck far more viciously than those burly men.
They couldn't get the better of him, either.
And while fending off the guards, Zhao Yu even seized the opportunity to land a couple of blows on Yan Shifan.
That only made Yan Shifan angrier.
"Beat him! Beat him to death!"
Yan Shifan shrieked hysterically.
The guards grew even more serious.
At first, they had been wary of Zhao Yu's military-family background and his position as Deputy Commander of the City Guard.
But now their master was already raging.
They knew all too well what Yan Shifan was like.
They had to stop holding back.
One of the guards took Zhao Yu's rain of punches head-on and forced his way close. Then he seized Zhao Yu by the arm and hurled him over.
Thud!
Zhao Yu crashed hard onto a table in the hall, then toppled to the floor.
Pain curled him into a ball.
But the next moment, one of Yan Shifan's guards hauled him back to his feet and pinned his arms behind him.
"Deputy Commander Zhao, weren't you just acting so cocky?"
Yan Shifan's expression was twisted, almost crazed, as he strode toward Zhao Yu:
"And now?"
"Ptooey!"
Zhao Yu said nothing. He simply spat a mouthful of blood-flecked saliva onto Yan Shifan's brocade robe.
Yan Shifan lowered his head and glanced at the filth on his clothes. Then he slowly raised it again, his eyes full of menace:
"Keep beating him!"
Thud!
The instant