This type of situation was becoming all too familiar for the group. It was like some kind of curse placed on them that there was no room for peace. And oddly enough they looked yet unfazed. Well the reason was quite obvious. They had seen worse and experienced more terrifying scenarios. So a bunch of sword swinging attackers was bound to have little to no effect in terms of how they saw the situation.
And immediately Yang wasted no time in charging forward at the men. And unlike back at the forest where his hair had purple glow to it, it was just plain like that. And he wasn't going as fast as he was back then. Looking at him, his speed was just as average if not on par with the men on the attack.
And seeing this, the men on the attack had grown confidence. This confidence was soon smashed into bits and morphed into confusion as Yang effortlessly dodged a sword swing and with his left open palm, he had struck the sword sending it flying out of the hands of the wielder. Then with the same palm, he smacked the chest of the man and immediately he was propelled through the horde of men behind him.
And while the others got up, the man who was struck on the chest by Yang never stood up. As he laid on the floor choking up on his own blood and appeared to be in immense pain. The others close to him took a look at their fallen comrade and then turned to Yang with their eyes flaming in anger. It was clear that they were out for vengeance. But how wise of a decision that would prove to be was about to be tested.
as they now knew the person standing in front of them was by no means a slouch, they decided to take him more serious.
And that came in the form of fire blasts erupting from their hands. With as many slashes of flame traveling towards Yang, it was almost certain that he couldn't get away from this one. And fortunately for the men on the attack, it was so as all fire slashes smashed into exploding on impact.
The smock settled and they could see a man standing with slight white glow around his body and his arms crisscrossed. And much to their dismay, Yang looked unhurt. Well almost unhurt, while the damage didn't do much to him directly, he was still affected. As some how, there was a smell of something burning and when he turned to look, he could see the tail end of his white robe burnt.
"that hurt" Yang said with a face that showed no expression to what had just happened.
What had happened was he had underestimated their attack power and supplied a low amount of CHI for protection during their attack.
So while the attack had been greatly reduced, it had still manage to get through and burn the fabric of his clothing. Something he didn't particularly find funny one bit.
"Attack!!!" One of the men shouted from behind. This one looked quite small in frame compared to the others at the front. With long mustache coiled up and almost making its way to his eye he was certainly a strange one to look at. But nonetheless, not minding his stature or appearance, the men heeded the orders and went on the attack.
And the one leading the charge at the front had Yang in his view with bad intentions only. But to his surprise, Yang had instantly disappeared from his view. And in no time, a scream was heard amongst the 19 men remaining as the other one still hadn't gotten up.
"Arrrgh!!!"
*crack!!!*
Turning around they saw yang in their middle. And in front of him was a man with a mangled arm. His arm was bent into an unnatural angle. The look on his face coupled with the scream said it all. He was in a whole new world of his own, a world of pain. But they had no time to process what was happening as Yang kicked another man in the groin and grabbing the man's sword with his bare hands, he held the man with his other hand by the head and nailed him with a knee to the face.
"Arrh!!" Yet again another scream. And this time the man wasn't laying on the floor like the others. He stood up grabbing his broken nose and swung a wild fist at Yang. Effortlessly reaching forth and knocking away the man's hand, Yang again struck with an open palm but this time straight to the man's forehead. And immediately he fell to the ground and began to almost shake in a seizure like manner.
"How hard can he possible hit?" One of the men thought seeing this take place. And just right beside him was another man almost as if he had heard his thoughts said.."It has to be some kind of beast equipment underneath that robe. He can't possibly be taking everyone out with one hit just on his own right?"
"True" The man from before replied. And that's when an idea popped into his head.
"Everybody, take him out at once. He is wearing a top tier equipment, seize it!!". The man yelled out.
The last part of his sentence was what caught their attention. Beast equipment at the top tier normally boosted a regular attack. But for this strange man to be capable of taking them out with one hit, it had to truly be one at the top. One of those rare ones and they were certainly not going to pass on an opportunity to get something of such valuable nature. Even as they hadn't exactly seen the equipment in question. The prospect of getting a high level equipment was just too good for them to think straight.
And so they went on the attack again. Eight of them going in at once all on Yang. And as they all swung their swords from different directions towards Yang who was at the middle, their weapons flew into the air. Now they were all disarmed, not Yang though. Standing in their middle with his fan in his hand. Yang swung it at the men and it went round in circular motion slicing their chest. Some of them had beast gears on and when the fan met with these said protective wear, it had sliced clean through them and stopped grazing their skin.
"You have been warned" Yang said retrieving his fan from the last one by placing his hand out of which the fan dropped in. The men took a close look at themselves and could see slight blood trickling from their chest. Now slowly backing away, they turned around to run. But then they saw the one who appeared to be their leader doing the opposite with the remaining eleven men with him. This time, the leader with the odd looking mustache had thought all eight men were just about enough for the man in the white robe. So he fixed his sight on the others, the young ones who stood at the back with no protection whatsoever. And keen on taking this opportunity, the man sought to rip them off of everything they had on them.
The other eight men on seeing this realized their leader had some type of plan. And almost like a planned set of movements, they all turned around and faced Yang. They knew better than to turn around from a fight when the orders hadn't been given. Now they were determined to fight seeing as their leader too had joined the trade.
"So this is your choice?" Yang questioned the eight men with a straight face. And at this very moment, they sort of wished they had traded places and instead chosen the easier targets which coincidentally was where their leader was matching to.