Chapter 75

Bang! A dull sound of bones shattering echoed through the air. With that single punch, An Jing smashed through the sturdy plasticized face mask, twisting the man's jaw and sending four or five teeth flying out along with a spray of blood. The man spun like a top before collapsing limply to the ground with a wet thud. "Old Dao?!" Seeing An Jing take down Old Dao with one blow, the gang members stood stunned for a fleeting moment. They had noticed the young man sitting at the table with Huo Qing from the start, but even when he had knocked the short blade out of Old Dao’s hand earlier, they hadn't considered him a real threat. In the end, he was just a teenager. Good technique didn't amount to much; how much more dangerous could he be compared to them—battle-hardened gang cultivators who had just survived a bloody conflict? Now, they had their answer: he was, indeed, dangerous. But they recovered quickly, shifting into combat mode and closing in silently. Big Spear and his bodyguard team consisted of six men. With one already floored by An Jing’s punch, the remaining five moved into a two-one-two formation to surround him. Big Spear, their leader, drew a long rod from his waist; with a flick of his wrist, it extended into a long spear, handled with practiced ease.