In the quiet of the early morning, under the dim light of streetlamps, blades flashed across the wide boulevard.
The unarmed combat skills of Tian Yangli and Tin Yeung-woon were no less formidable than those of Lok Tin-hung—perhaps even superior. Yet, once a weapon was in hand, even Tian Yangli and Tin Yeung-woon would be forced to avoid the edge of Lok Tin-hung’s blade. But they were not facing Lok Tin-hung tonight; they were facing the men of Chung Ching Sing.
Even before their enhancements, these men were mere ants before them. With blades in hand, their prowess became even more terrifying, undergoing a cataclysmic transformation.
Chapter 72