Ye Chen knocked one man unconscious with a palm strike from his left hand, slammed his right fist into another, and then performed a backflip, kicking two soldiers directly into the ocean.
Weapons equipped with sharp blades seemed like mere children’s toys in his hands. With a casual, sweeping motion, he sliced through the soldiers who were continuously firing at him. Then, mid-air, he somersaulted, narrowly dodging several bullets. Lightning crackled from his palms as he effortlessly deflected every spell and weapon fired at him, returning them with interest.
Ye Chen’s every movement now possessed the aesthetic grace of an artist at work. A tiny flicker of lightning was enough to claim over a hundred lives in half a minute. Watching his brothers fall one by one before his eyes, Li Chengzai felt as if his own eyes were about to erupt into flames.
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