The Mad Guardian

Jiang Chuan stood still, surveying the people around him with a steady gaze.

Although these people seemed fierce, in Jiang Chuan's eyes, they were nothing more than ants.

A tiger who has braved storms of blood and come out of seas of corpses, would he even care about a flock of lambs?

Of course, at this moment, these people also saw Jiang Chuan in the same light.

"Hey, our boss is asking you something. Are you Jiang Chuan?"

One of them impatiently pointed his finger at Jiang Chuan.

Before acting, it's always best to confirm the other person's identity.

Jiang Chuan squinted at him.

In his eyes, a lazy glimmer flickered.

This demeanor seemed to suggest that the crisis before him was of no concern.

"Are you sure you want to point that finger at me?"

Jiang Chuan didn't answer his question but casually asked back.

The man grew angry and cursed, "Dammit! I asked you something, you bastard, are you looking for death or..."

Just as the last word for "death" slipped out, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his raised finger.

The pain pierced his heart, as if his finger had been forcibly broken.

"Ah, it hurts!"

He couldn't help but wail, but when he regained clarity and took a closer look, he was shocked!

Because his finger was indeed snapped.

The finger that had been pointed at Jiang Chuan was now in two pieces, causing immense agony!

This scene unfolded too quickly; even the audience couldn't quite make out how his finger had been broken.

Liu Feng then shed his scornful demeanor, and his eyes toward Jiang Chuan immediately became grave.

It turned out, this man truly possessed some skill.

Liu Feng's eyes were darkened, his gaze flickered with uncertainty.

It seemed his friend was right; this man was indeed a master.

But so what?

Today, I've brought enough manpower, and we have guns.

No matter how strong he is, can he overpower bullets? Defeat all my men?

However, Liu Feng no longer underestimated Jiang Chuan. He waved his hand, signaling all his men to attack, like a pack of wolves hunting. He refused to believe this guy could turn the tables!

Seeing a dozen people coming at him, Jiang Chuan's gaze remained calm, and a faint smile teased at the corners of his eyes.

"You really know how to play it smart, thinking attacking together will slow your defeat, but... eventually, you'll still fall!"

As Jiang Chuan finished speaking, he was already on the move.

He pressed the tip of his foot firmly on the ground, instantly pulverizing a hard rock underfoot.

With that force, Jiang Chuan's figure shot forward like an arrow from a bowstring, appearing in a ghostly instant before the crowd.

With raised elbows, lifted knees, and thrown fists.

Every move flowed like floating clouds and flowing water, yet each strike seemed as effortless as painting.

But when you looked again, those dozen people were all sprawled on the ground, howling in agony, the scene quite dramatic.

What was particularly bizarre was that although their postures differed, every one of them clutched their left arm and left leg, with no harm to any other parts, completely intact.

Liu Feng's eyes widened, a shiver rolling through his throat.

Even though he no longer underestimated his opponent, Jiang Chuan's skill still shook him to the core.

Two seconds, just two seconds, and his dozen men were all down on the ground.

What filled him with dread was that his dozen men all had their left arms and legs broken!

Only then did Liu Feng realize the strength and terrifying nature of his opponent.

In just two seconds, not only did he take out a dozen men in an instant, he did it with such perfect precision and force, hitting each person's left arm and leg.

This kind of prowess, I doubt even movie masters would dare to showcase such skill.

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