Those thugs holding machetes and clubs looked like mere scarecrows in front of Ye Tianming. With every punch and kick, every part of his body became a terrifying weapon.
No one could get close to him. His body seemed coated in a layer of lubricant, effortlessly dodging out of the way the moment a blade or club came down on him.
A relaxed expression lingered on his face, his movements as smooth and flowing as ink flying across paper!
Chapter 52