Seeing himself surrounded by three men, Yan Qi, the burly man from the Shaman Kingdom, felt the greed on his face twist into ferocity.
He knew he had become the target of every arrow.
"Roar!"
Like a cornered beast, he let out an animalistic roar. His barbarian tattoos blazed to their utmost brilliance, and an aura of fearless desperation erupted from him.
Rather than choosing the two men from the Nine Rivers Sect, who appeared strongest, he fixed his bloodshot eyes on Yi Yang and thought:
This scrawny old man has the weakest aura. He looks the easiest to bully.
Tearing an opening through him is my only way out!
Making his judgment in an instant, Yan Qi drove his feet against the ground, his muscles knotting. Like a maddened black bear, he lunged straight at Yi Yang with a desperate, savage momentum.
Seeing the Shaman Kingdom man charge at Yi Yang, the two Nine Rivers Sect warriors at his sides sneered mockingly.
"Picking the softest persimmon to squeeze?"
"What an idiot."
Their long sabers left their sheaths together. Blade light flashed as they slashed viciously toward Yan Qi's ribs and lower back from two fiendishly tricky angles!
The three-man encirclement was complete.
Yet, at the very instant everyone thought the burly man was certain to die...
Something changed!
The instant Yan Qi reached Yi Yang, he forcibly twisted around. Ignoring the saber light slashing toward him from behind, he moved in a way that defied all reason and offered his entire back to Yi Yang!
He used his back to take the seemingly casual saber strike Yi Yang delivered.
Shluk!
The blade sank into flesh, spraying blood.
The burly man grunted in pain, but the force of the strike propelled him onward. Rather than slowing, he accelerated, crashing violently