"You were simply too softhearted and didn't want to kill, and kicking the crotch was an excellent way to effectively cripple an opponent's ability to attack."
Qin Fangyang said gravely, "But this is the kind of world we live in. If you don't want to kill, all that awaits you is being killed!"
"So tell me, is it better to kill or be killed?"
Qin Fangyang suddenly floated lightly into the air, sweeping diagonally across it. The instant he rose, two masked men charged out from around the corner, while seven or eight burly masked men leaped down from a nearby rooftop.
In a fleeting instant, a magnificent flash of sword light, like lightning piercing the heavens, dazzled the twilight sky!
Even the streetlights already lit along the road were eclipsed by the brilliant sword light.
Like a goshawk wheeling back, Qin Fangyang circled the scene once and landed beside Zuo Xiaoduo again.
Clang!
His sword slid back into its sheath. He walked slowly onward, his voice indifferent and calm. "You must be ruthless against your enemies!"
"If you can kill ten, never settle for killing nine!"
"Whether you hold concealed weapons or other weapons, you must be steady, precise, ruthless, and absolute!"
Behind the two of them.
The ten burly masked men who had come with ill intent-four on the left, four on the right, and two behind-now all slowly toppled to the ground. Then, with a rumble... ten heads rolled off their necks almost simultaneously, rolling back and forth across the ground like enormous watermelons.
The heavy stench of blood instantly filled the entire street, turning the previously quiet road into something like a hellish pool of blood.
"Do you know why?"
Looking at Zuo Xiaoduo's faintly paling face, Qin Fangyang continued walking slowly without turning his head,