Wang Yu's fists and feet moved with great power and agility, his figure seemingly ghostly as he weaved through the underlings of the Dragon Tiger Association.
Suddenly, the room was filled with the sound of various weapons hitting the floor and the screams of men in pain; yet, Wang Yu did not deal lethal blows, merely incapacitating them.
In Yan Kingdom, murder was punishable by execution.
Liu Jiayi stood on the side, her expression changing repeatedly until it froze into an wide-eyed stare at Wang Yu, blinking not even once.
Although she was ignorant of martial arts, she could tell that Wang Yu was an expert; with each strike, several men would fall, while none could get close to him.
For a moment, Liu Jiayi felt as if she were watching an exciting martial arts movie, and she had already guessed the ending. Wang Yu would undoubtedly win without a scratch.
