They were already here. Had they come just to scare people? Of course they were going to fight. And once they started, they had to go for the kill.
Unfortunately, wanting something was one thing. Whether they could actually do it was another.
Xuan Zhe did not take these attacks seriously at all.
Those moves looked intimidating, but they all fell apart when they landed, as flimsy as paper.
The people around him grew more alarmed the longer they fought.
Xuan Zhe moved absurdly fast. Their eyes simply could not keep up with him. A whole crowd circled him without so much as touching his shadow. How were they supposed to fight him?
The atmosphere grew heavier.
But what good did all that tension do? It would not change anything. Xuan Zhe stood there as though victory was already under his feet. Dragging this out was miserable for everyone.
So many of them, and they could not take down a single man.
Wasn't this enough to drive them out of their minds?
Fuck, what were they supposed to do? What else could they do?
Agitation crawled through everyone's chest like ants.
Thud!
Another dull impact rang out.
Xuan Zhe did not care what they were thinking. He kept attacking all the same. If they would not strike, that was their business. He had not come here to exchange pleasantries. As for whether they could block his attacks-that was their problem. What the hell did it have to do with him?
It was that simple.
Perfectly clear. Plain as day.
Their leader finally could not take it anymore and spoke to Xuan Zhe. "Can we talk?"
Xuan Zhe shook his head.
He did not want to talk.
There was nothing to discuss.
That shake of his head practically ground the man's