"Who's there?!"
The other ruffians, their eyes filled with terror, shouted loudly.
Before they could react, they realized a cultivator had already closed in on them.
This person was not tall, but his speed was incredibly fast, and his fists, wrapped in golden light, knocked one of the thugs to the ground, making him vomit blood.
Another thug panicked, pulled out a knife, and slashed at the figure.
But halfway through the swing, his forearm was caught.
With a twist, the person broke the thug's forearm.
The thug, in pain, cried out, but before he could scream much, he was kicked away, his chest roiling as if the river were overturned, spewing fresh blood.
The last thug, with deeper cultivation, barely managed a few moves, but the more he fought, the more frightened he became.
