"Bang, bang!"
The other two men's attacks struck Xu Yang. Forget injuring him-they failed to shake even his protective astral energy. Both felt as though their blows had landed on an immovable mountain. The recoil alone nearly shattered their bones and tore their tendons.
"This one's trouble."
"No! He's a Second Heavenly Origin expert! Run!"
Seeing their companion sent flying by a single palm strike, his fate unknown, the remaining two were scared out of their wits, their hearts and guts nearly bursting with terror.
From the pressure radiating off their opponent, they understood that they had run into a tough customer. This was no fat sheep, but a summons to their deaths.
Screaming, they used the recoil to retreat swiftly, trying to escape.
"You're staying."
Xu Yang swung his palm back. His large hand tore through the air with a thunderous boom. The man on the right had only just lifted his foot when Xu Yang's palm, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, ripped through his protective astral energy and slammed into his back, right behind his heart.
"Bang!"
"Crack..."
A chorus of shattering bones rang out, like a heavy hammer striking a leather drum. The man shot away at incredible speed, blood gushing from his mouth.
Like the first man, he never even managed a scream. Once he hit the ground, he lay utterly still.
"Sir, spare me!"
The last man was terrified out of his wits, begging for mercy as he fled.
Xu Yang said nothing. He took a step, and his body abruptly vanished. When he reappeared, he was already behind the last man, his palm striking like lightning.
"Bang!"
This man was even weaker than the other two. After a dull boom, his body burst apart, scattering shattered bones and bloody flesh everywhere.
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