"Kill——!" ten middle-aged men swung their knives at Chu Li. Ten silver flashes flickered towards him.
Chu Li sat at the table, twirling his knife in the air after grabbing it.
"Swish!" one bodiless head took flight amid a fountain of gushing blood.
"Ahh——!" the people cried out in panic. They went white with fright.
They had never seen such a cruel sight. A head flying through the sky and blood gushing out like a fountain; it was simply too violent and scary!
Chu Li took another swing and sent another head on its way.
He had been studying one form of the Divine Blade on the road and could now use it with ease; the speed of his blade work had increased by almost twenty percent.
Against his swift technique, the ten middle-aged men were as slow as pensioners. Chu Li had killed two of them but not a single one of their swings had reached Chu Li yet.