The guard was restrained. He struggled desperately several times, all to no avail. Wanted to break free? Not that easy. His opponent was far harder to handle than he had imagined.
The guard stared at Xuan Zhe.
"Who are you? What are you doing causing trouble on my turf?" Xuan Zhe asked the guard.
"What business is it of yours who I am? Cut the crap and let go!"
"And if I don't?"
Xuan Zhe's voice was flat.
Whoosh!
The bodyguard suddenly drew his other hand back, and a cold gleam stabbed straight at Xuan Zhe's waist and belly. This was what he got for refusing to let go. Nothing short of killing him would settle this.
But Xuan Zhe leaned aside and dodged the blade with ease.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Four times.
The bodyguard's attacks grew fiercer, each one sharper than the last.
And the result?
What good did looking impressive do? It was all useless.
Judging by the situation, Xuan Zhe's turtle-shell defense really was tough. It was watertight, giving his opponent no chance to touch him at all.
Worse still, he kept his grip on the bodyguard's wrist the entire time. The bodyguard couldn't put his strength to use and could do nothing to him.
If this dragged on, there really was no good way out.
Whoosh!
Another slash.
He wouldn't stop until he landed a hit. Only then would it be over.
But no matter how persistent he was, the outcome stayed the same: one failure after another.
There wasn't much point in playing around, so Xuan Zhe simply let go.
He wasn't afraid, nor was he unable to hold on any longer. The bodyguard knew that perfectly well.
The bodyguard's eyes darkened as he stared fixedly at Xuan Zhe. It looked as though he