The four men unleashed a raging storm of attacks, but Tang Yu didn't feel a thing.
This perfected Immovable Wisdom King Technique was damn useful.
An invisible aura swirled around him.
When their attacks landed, they felt like a gentle breeze brushing his face.
They hadn't even left a single wrinkle in his clothes.
Looking at the four men's increasingly horrified faces,
Tang Yu was more than satisfied.
After five straight minutes of attacks,
the four members of the Death Squad were practically dumbstruck.
There was only so much the human body could take.
They were Ancient Martial Artists, not damn superheroes. Their qi and stamina had to run out eventually.
The hook-nosed man was particularly devious. When he saw that even their combined attacks were useless, he suddenly gave up attacking and pulled out a military dagger.
Then he lunged at Tang Yu's backside.
No matter how tough a man was, there were always vulnerable spots!
But this time, he'd miscalculated.
The razor-sharp dagger struck, yet couldn't penetrate even an inch!
The very next moment, a resounding slap landed across his face.
"You think my sphincter's a joke? You think I'm that good-for-nothing Ye Chen?"
After slapping him, Tang Yu was just about to make his next move.
But the four men had already retreated several meters at lightning speed.
Their faces were full of terror, and they were panting heavily, unable to believe what they were seeing.
The four of them had attacked with all their might for five whole minutes!
They'd even tried a vicious sneak attack, and still hadn't hurt the guy!
Was this man a monster?
When they saw Tang Yu reach into his pocket,
the four of them instantly tensed, cold sweat trickling down their foreheads.
Was this man finally about to make a