Refusing to accept it, Tang Yan took a deep breath and unleashed Phantom Shadow Steps, preparing to test one of the Bronze Men.
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam! Closing rapidly on his target, he hammered the fifth punch of Thousand Mountains Fist into the Bronze Man.
Thud, thud! Two dull sounds rang out as the Bronze Man staggered back two steps, but it suffered little effect.
The remaining seven Bronze Men swung their bronze clubs at Tang Yan simultaneously.
Sensing their momentum, powerful enough to crush rotten wood and sweep away withered branches, Tang Yan was greatly startled and swiftly retreated. But the Bronze Men were fast and worked together seamlessly. Even though Tang Yan did everything he could to dodge, a bronze club still swept across his clothes, tearing off a corner of his robe.
Tang Yan's brows knitted tightly.
The Bronze Men's strength was roughly at Profound Tier First Grade. Although somewhat weaker than his own, there was one point he could not overlook: the Bronze Men felt no pain!
Whatever moves he used, they would not dodge, only attack relentlessly. The eight Bronze Men worked together without a single seam in their coordination.
United wills formed a fortress. The power unleashed by a well-coordinated team was no longer as simple as one plus one equaling two.
Tang Yan's gaze flashed like lightning as it swept over the eight Bronze Men. Their bodies were indestructible. If he kept fighting them head-on, they would surely wear him to death.
Suddenly, an idea stirred in Tang Yan's mind.
No gold was wholly pure, and no person was perfect. He had strengths and weaknesses, and the Bronze Men surely did too!
What he needed to do next, then, was find the weaknesses of these eight Bronze Men and destroy them one