A hot tempered man naturally had a bad temper. Being injured was normal for any mercenary, and everyone knew that they were only humans with real flesh. When they became mercenaries, they had put their life into it. They knew that a day like this would come eventually.
Wang Ting’s eyes were bloodshot. It seemed like he was about to risk it all and go all out.
Clang!
Wang Ting’s blade was blocked by one of the two men, and the other man’s attack was approaching him. He was being attacked by two men, and no matter how he tried, he couldn’t defend himself from the other man’s attack. He was going to die, a feeling of despair emerging in his mind.
Swash!
A long sword penetrated the attacking man’s body, the tip of the blade entering from the man’s back. The man’s movements had stopped completely, and he would never be able to move again.
The cold hard sword was pulled out from the back. Wang Ting could see Jiang Chen behind that man.
“Brother Jiang Chen!”
Wang Ting was shocked; he couldn’t believe what he saw.
Another man in a black suit saw his partner being killed from behind. He immediately ditched Wang Ting and started attacking Jiang Chen.
Swash!
Jiang Chen swung his sword as fast as a lightning strike. The man’s head flew into the sky, blood raining down from the head whose face was frozen with fright.
Wang Ting was startled, this was too fast! It was so fast that even he who stood close to Jiang Chen couldn’t see how Jiang Chen killed the man.
This was how Jiang Chen used the sword. There were no special techniques, only speed, speed faster than lightning itself. This kind of sword was a killing sword.
“Heavens!”
Wang Ting shook his head violently. He realized he had made a mistake. He had met someone who only pretended to be inexperienced.
Jiang Chen gave Wang Ting a smile and continued killing with his sword.
Swash, swash……
What happened next stunned Wang Ting and the rest of the mercenaries. All of them had their mouths wide open. It was as if they were all in some insane dream.
What they could see was Jiang Chen moving like a wild tiger between the men in the black suits. The sword in his hands kept transforming into cold lightning strikes. Every time he struck his sword, a man would be killed. Everyone was killed by a single strike, and he never struck the same man twice.
What was more terrifying was that all the men he killed didn’t even have the chance to scream. Jiang Chen’s sword had taken away their rights to scream.
In less than a minute’s time, everyone from the Lee family was laying on the ground covered in blood. Their wounded bodies were still twitching. This scene resembled something you could only see in hell.
Everyone was staring at the young man wearing a white robe. There was not a single bloodstain on his body even after killing so many people. Contradictory to the bloody scene, they could only see a calm expression on his face.