Out of the five, one had already lost his fighting ability, leaving four who could not be given time to react. If more men joined, I could fall into a disadvantageous melee.
So, I must take the initiative to attack.
Qian Cangyi immediately identified his next target.
The remaining four, all bearing sharp weapons, differed only in the length of their weapons, ranging from the length of a chopper used for woodcutting to a regular fruit knife.
The target he zeroed in on was the one wielding the long chopper amongst the two closest to him.
The opponent swung his chopper towards Qian Cangyi with considerable force, presumably intending to resolve the fight with one blow, yet, his strike missed.
Whether in terms of reaction speed or bodily coordination, Qian Cangyi was far superior to this man. After dodging his strike, Qian Cangyi's Iron Stick countered, hitting the opponent's wrist. The man yelped in pain, dropping his long chopper with a clang on the ground.
