BOOM!
The punch landed squarely on the burly man's face.
The impact distorted his features as his body was sent flying, crashing into three others behind him.
The sudden reversal froze the battlefield for a split second.
And in that instant, Long Tian moved like a predator unleashed.
He appeared before the one who seemed the weakest.
The middle-aged woman.
She held a whip, her eyes widening as he appeared before her like a phantom.
In panic, she lashed out.
The whip cracked through the air.
Long Tian caught it effortlessly.
With a single pull, the whip snapped into two.
He stepped forward, intent on killing her.
But then, the panic on her face vanished.
Her lips curled into a cunning smirk.
Long Tian's instincts screamed.
He halted instantly and turned.
The burly man stood there, feet planted firmly, his short sword raised.
A faint, formless energy coiled around his body—internal energy.
Though thin, it flowed steadily, gathering into the blade.
