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"": "In that instant, the three men surrounded him again. One held a Bronze Rod. He was probably a Night Watchman; the Bronze Rod looked very much like Zhong Zhicheng's and Feng Ji's Gong Mallets.
One bent his knees slightly. He carried no weapon, but looked ready to charge at any moment.
The third held a strange sword that seemed to have been pieced together from copper coins, bound with fine red thread.
All three posed a serious threat!
Luo Bin retreated beneath the tree.
Now he had nowhere left to retreat.
The three men seemed somewhat wary. Clearly, under normal circumstances, none of them wanted to get too close to the base of the tree.
Just then, the man holding the Gong Mallet brushed his other hand over his waist, revealing a bronze gong, just as Luo Bin had suspected.
His lips moved slightly, and he brought the Gong Mallet down hard against the gong.
Luo Bin had no idea what he was doing.
What kind of technique was this?
Did he really need to bang a gong to capture someone?
The next instant, Luo Bin felt a surge of agonizing pain deep inside his brain!
The sound of the gong was like a knife viciously churning inside his skull!
In a flash, the other two rushed forward together.
Luo Bin's vision kept darkening. He could not get his body to react in time to fight back.
There was more to that gong than met the eye!
If Feng Ji had pulled this trick when they fought, wouldn't I have been a lamb to the slaughter?
Ultimately, Feng Ji had underestimated him. Coupled with the Evil Spirit appearance Luo Bin had displayed, that had made Feng Ji's first instinct to flee for his life.
Now