The glare of the blade flashing, Li Xiaoyao moved as if he were in uninhabited territory. With a single chop of his palm, he struck the neck of the man in the lead. The man didn't even have the chance to scream before he collapsed.
"Damn!" A man next to him was startled by Li Xiaoyao's swift and fierce move. His arm swung high, bringing the machete down towards Li Xiaoyao's back.
Killing intent flickered in the man's eyes; he almost saw the outcome of Li Xiaoyao being hacked to the ground by the machete.
However, just as the machete was about to fall, it was as if Li Xiaoyao had eyes on his back. Without turning his head, he delivered a sideways kick, striking the man's face hard and sending him flying away.
After about fifteen seconds, four of the five men lay on the ground unable to get up. The remaining one, holding a machete, was staggering, his eyes filled with panic as he watched Li Xiaoyao and kept retreating backward.
