Chapter 870

The many security guards didn't care about anything else; as long as someone was an enemy, they just went for it. They wouldn't stop until their opponents were beaten to the ground. Their mindset was simple: as long as they were fighting alongside their boss, they didn't need to fear injury, because he would ensure their safety from behind. As long as it wasn't fatal, it was fine. The result was a display of trading injury for injury, life for life, and a reckless, desperate ferocity that defied death. For these Dark Energy Martial Artists who had trained for years and mastered specific techniques, such suicidal combat was baffling. They were used to a civilized exchange of blows, a mere formality. Instead, they found themselves facing a group of people with no regard for their own lives. The awkwardness of the combat was beyond frustrating; they felt constrained, taking two hits for every one they landed, forced into a raw, physical brawl. Cries of agony echoed endlessly. They were locked in a bitter struggle, and the leader, a Hua Force martial artist, was faring no better. Facing the relentless, storm-like barrage of the Stubborn One, he was stretched to his limits, his expression turning ghastly.