Seeing Ling Tian's nonchalance, Xuanyuan Thirteen frowned. He didn't know Ling Tian very well. Although Ling Tian had mentioned killing Boya Zhuomo and others during dinner, Xuanyuan Thirteen felt there was some exaggeration. After all, Ling Tian was too young, and his age didn't align with such strength. It was highly likely that someone else had helped him kill Boya Zhuomo and the others.
"Mr. Luo, this Inagawa-kai is different from other gangs in Wokoku. They have deep connections with various martial arts schools in Wokoku. Many of their members are disciples who were expelled from these schools for committing offenses. These individuals are all trained fighters, and their strength is formidable..."
"It's fine, I fight the elite! Which way are you heading, left or right?"
Xuanyuan Thirteen was stunned for a moment, then replied, "Left is the way home!"
"Good, then left. Follow me!"
Before Xuanyuan Thirteen could react, Ling Tian directly charged towards the more than twenty gang members on the left! Seeing Ling Tian with Xuanyuan Thirteen, these gang members assumed they were allies. However, they hadn't expected Ling Tian to be so brave as to charge at them. It was like Don Quixote charging at a spinning windmill with his lance!
"Baga, kill him for me!"
The leading gang member pointed his long saber at Ling Tian. His subordinates, hearing this, immediately brandished their weapons and charged towards Ling Tian.
Ling Tian took two steps forward, then forcefully pushed off the ground. His body shifted more than two meters to the side, reaching the roadside. He then kicked out, sending a trash can over a meter high flying towards the gang members in the front row.
"Clang!" "Ah..." "Baga!"
The trash can, weighing dozens of pounds, was kicked by Ling Tian like a speeding motorcycle, knocking down the first three people who charged forward. As these three fell, some of the gang members behind them tripped over them, while others even stepped over their bodies. This caused the Inagawa-kai members' formation to fall into disarray. At this moment, Ling Tian had already reached them!
A gang disciple swung his katana directly at Ling Tian. Ling Tian remained calm. When the saber was less than two centimeters from his body, he slightly shifted his body, evading the attack. Immediately after, he extended both hands and delivered a chop to the gang member's elbow. The joint of this fellow's arm bent at a fifty-degree angle in the opposite direction. The intense pain caused the man to scream, and his grip on the saber loosened. Before the katana fell to the ground, Ling Tian had already grasped it.
Just then, another katana thrust forward. Ling Tian again shifted his body slightly, letting the saber pass him. With a flick of his wrist, the saber in his hand perfectly sliced across the man's wrist.
"Ah!"
This fellow's sword-wielding hand and the katana fell to the ground together. Ling Tian stepped forward, snatched up the katana, and now he was wielding two swords!
At this moment, the gang members in the second row had already charged forward, their weapons ready to strike Ling Tian. In a flash, Ling Tian, holding his dual swords, spun twice in place. As he spun, he swung his swords, clashing with the weapons of his attackers. Although the heaviest katana didn't exceed 1.5 kilograms, and most katanas were designed to be light and rely on their sharp edges for cutting, Ling Tian's swords were imbued with his formidable internal energy.
When the weapons of these gang members touched the blades of Ling Tian's swords, they were directly knocked away. Some katanas were even cleanly cut in half. Losing their weapons, these individuals were instantly stunned. However, a flash of blade light followed, and the hands of these individuals holding their weapons fell to the ground with a clatter. With this single move, Ling Tian had incapacitated four members of the Inagawa-kai, rendering them completely unable to fight.
Seeing their comrades injured, the remaining Inagawa-kai members' eyes turned red. They charged at Ling Tian fearlessly.
"You still dare to come? You truly don't know your limits. Come on, grandpa will play with you!"
As Ling Tian spoke, he brandished his dual swords and charged into the crowd like a spinning top. Under the illumination of the neon lights on the roadside, Ling Tian's swords unleashed streaks of light. Ling Tian's movements were incredibly fast, making it difficult to see clearly in the night. All that could be heard were cries of pain.
Xuanyuan Thirteen followed closely behind Ling Tian, gripping his extendable baton, but found he had no opportunity to strike. The gang members who had been grazed by Ling Tian's sword light had their arms severed directly from their shoulders, falling to the ground. This bizarre and bloody scene unsettled Xuanyuan Thirteen. He had never seen such a ferocious individual as Ling Tian. Was this the legendary "arm-chopping"?
Within ten seconds, nearly twenty men lay on the ground, screaming and moaning, with severed arms scattered everywhere. On the other side of the street, the remaining twenty-odd gang members, who had intended to charge forward with their weapons, all slammed on the brakes upon seeing the horrific scene. Their strength was not much greater than those whose arms had been cut off, and they knew that if they charged, their fate would likely be similar to their companions. After all, without arms, how could they continue in a gang? They would likely lose their ability to care for themselves, unable to even wipe themselves after using the restroom!
At this moment, Xuanyuan Thirteen approached Ling Tian and gave him a thumbs-up. As a martial arts expert himself, he recognized Ling Tian's skill. Many martial arts masters in the Xuanyuan family existed, but few could reach Ling Tian's level. Little did he know, Ling Tian was also holding back. If he wished, he could have instantly defeated these men in an even shorter time!
"Brother Xuanyuan, you go ahead. Leave the rest to me!"
"Alright, I'll rely on you, brother. Be careful!" Xuanyuan Thirteen didn't hesitate and disappeared into the night.
Ling Tian turned around and walked towards the pursuers behind him. Blood dripped from the edges of the two katanas he held onto the ground. The ground littered with people wailing and missing arms became Ling Tian's backdrop. Among these pursuers, the leader was a guy with dyed yellow hair, holding a saber. He now trembled as he looked at Ling Tian.