All seven were tall and burly, with callused knuckles and ears that stuck out. One glance was enough to tell they were seasoned thugs.
Naturally, they could also tell that the fellow getting in their way was no ordinary man. Anyone capable of dodging and counterattacking like that had to be a veteran with years of combat training, just like them. Against someone like him, they would show no mercy.
"I thought he was just an annoying pest. Turns out he has some skill. Still, beating superior numbers is the sort of miracle that only happens in tall tales." The steward glanced at the subordinate still lying on the ground, clutching his chest and unable to rise, and murmured in a tone of surprise tempered by confidence. As far as he was concerned, the situation seemed to be under control.
"Attack!" At that single word, all seven men surrounding him moved at once. They would never give a capable enemy a chance to fight them one on one. In a street fight, overwhelming an opponent with numbers was the surest path to victory, and the smartest choice.
Facing their combined assault from the center of the encirclement, Zeng Mu knew perfectly well that an ordinary person's best option would have been to seize a chance to escape. Unfortunately, their carefully coordinated attacks covered his upper, middle, and lower body, leaving him no opening. But that made no difference. He had never intended to run.
Whoosh!
He swept past like a gust of wind, appearing and vanishing too quickly for the eye to follow. There was a muffled thud, then blood gushed from one man's nostrils, staining his upper lip red.
Like a ball of flame bursting apart, the force was so overwhelming that every man there, along with Suoliya and