The guards shouted in horror and charged desperately, fueled by panic rather than bravery.
The first tried to block Han Yu with a shield. The shield might as well have been paper. Han Yu's dagger arced through the guard's face, burying itself in an eye socket. The man screamed and fell backward.
Han Yu let go of the dagger and turned to the next.
A fist smashed against the guard's skull. Bone cracked like brittle wood. The man dropped instantly.
Another guard attempted to stab Han Yu's ribs. Han Yu slapped the wrist aside and brought his hand down in a sharp chop. The man's neck emitted a sickening snap as he collapsed.
The last guard tried to flee.
Han Yu kicked him square between the legs.
A sound escaped the man's throat that was not human.
He folded to the ground, twitching.
Han Yu then planted his foot on the man's skull and pressed down.
The skull burst like a rotten melon, spraying red and white across the pavement.
