There were many ways to break up a fight. In the real world, without a doubt, the most effective was: "I've already called the police."
That was enough to stop most people who wanted to fight. After all, most ordinary people could not accept the consequences of "lose and end up in the hospital, win and end up in prison."
But it did little good against people who were already fighting and worked up. In that situation, they basically could not hear what anyone else said.
Whether it was "Please, stop fighting!" or "If you want to fight, go fight in the dance studio," neither had much effect.
When verbal mediation failed, physical mediation was necessary.
And that happened to be Tang Luo's specialty.
The two golden figures crashed into the Thunder God. Meng Tian immediately leaped up and kicked the Thunder God in the abdomen, separating the two.
The two golden figures were sent tumbling diagonally into the higher sky before barely managing to stop.
Baldur suffered another devastating blow. Only a third of his head remained, still connected by a few strands.
The other glittering figure's arm was slightly twisted but not broken; only the joint had been dislocated. He grabbed his arm, twisted and pulled it, restoring it to normal.
Baldur, who was severely injured, did not recover so easily. He spoke indistinctly about Tang Luo.
The Thunder God and the golden figure who had launched the sneak attack both looked at Tang Luo without speaking.
Meng Tian did the same, though he said, "Outsiders are not permitted to interfere in Great Qin affairs. Get lost!"
His attitude was extremely hostile. It was not the kind of "I'm deliberately being rude to drive you away and keep you safe." He simply wanted Tang Luo, this variable, to