After Liu Menglan spoke,
only ten warriors stepped out from among those three hundred.
Their hands were devoid of weapons as they coldly charged forward.
Facing the attack of the ten warriors,
the thirty or so men in black gulped down saliva, their right hands gripping steel rods and eyes fierce with the resolve to fight to the death.
To this, the ten warriors' faces remained undisturbed, their eyes filling with intensifying intent to kill.
Abroad,
to enhance their combat abilities,
these warriors had joined different factions.
They hovered on the brink of death almost every day.
For them, to stay alive, they had to kill their enemies on the battlefield.
The attack speed of the thirty or so men in black was too slow.
In the eyes of these ten warriors, they were like snails.
As they easily dodged the attacks, they executed various assassination techniques.
The moment they became warriors, every technique they learned was for the sole purpose of killing.
