Thud!
A dull sound of bone breaking echoed.
With just this punch, An Jing directly shattered the sturdy plastic face armor, twisting half of his face out of shape. Four or five teeth, along with blood, sprayed out, and the whole person spun around like a top before collapsing to the ground with a smack.
"Old Knife?!"
Seeing An Jing knock down Old Knife with a single punch, the gang members were stunned momentarily.
From the beginning, they had noticed An Jing, the young man seated at the same table as Huo Qing, but even when An Jing disarmed Old Knife, they didn't take him too seriously.
After all, he was just a teenager. Skillful technique didn't mean much. Could he really be more powerful than them, the battle-hardened cultivators who had just survived a bloody battle?
Now, the answer was clear: indeed, he was powerful.
However, those who snapped back to reality immediately entered into battle mode, silently surrounding him.
