These elite gang members could only unleash 500 kilograms of force, which posed a huge threat to ordinary people, but they were all lambs for slaughter in front of Xu Jingming. Every move and stance was like slow motion in Xu Jingming's eyes.
Xu Jingming's mind and consciousness were extremely sensitive to his surroundings. The falling of the rain, the raining arrows, the weapons tearing through the air, and the mob's movement… Everything was reflected in his mind.
Of course, a number advantage wasn't to be dismissed, so Xu Jingming had to be careful. In particular, there were sneak attacks from third-rate experts, so Xu Jingming and the others had to hold back when attacking.
Xu Jingming swung his spear, and like uprooting grass, seven or eight gang members were sent flying. They either died or suffered injuries!
With another spin of the spear, three to five gang members fell, throwing the other gang members into chaos.