Song Yuming's disreputable friends and lackeys charged furiously toward the people in the street.
Frightened, the people scattered out of their way.
Just as the scene was about to descend into chaos, the men of the Three-Killing Battalion, who had remained silent and motionless all this time, finally moved.
They rushed out of the Garrison with astonishing speed and stood in front of Xu Yun and the others within a few breaths.
Without the slightest hesitation or pause, they unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, instantly beating the dozen-odd people Song Yuming had brought until they cried for their fathers and mothers.
They drew no blades, using only their fists and legs.
Every punch struck flesh; every kick struck bone.
In fewer than ten breaths, the dozen-odd men and women who had been so arrogant and overbearing moments before were all lying on the ground, wailing incessantly.
Seeing this, the people in the street stopped scattering and began cheering loudly:
"Well done, Three-Killing Battalion!"
"Hit them! Hit them hard!"
"Beat these lackeys and traitors out of Windrise Stronghold!"
Their cries rose wave after wave, each louder than the last.
Song Yuming watched helplessly as his people were beaten to the ground, yet he dared not move, only yelling from the sidelines:
"How dare you lay hands on my people? Do you know that my father is now Desolate Suppression City's spokesman in Windrise Stronghold? Hitting my people is a slap in Desolate Suppression City's face!
"You're finished! Your Three-Killing Battalion is finished!
"When the important figures from Desolate Suppression City arrive soon, they'll wipe out your Three-Killing Battalion outright!"
But the louder he shouted, the faster the Three-Killing Battalion's men struck with their fists and feet, and the harder their blows became, beating Xu Yun and the others