The man in the white mask was clearly also a master, as he lifted his saber to guard his chest.
"Bang."
In the next instant, Su Fan's fist smashed onto the blade of the saber.
The saber, over an inch thick and made of stainless steel, broke into two pieces in an instant, and Su Fan's fist heavily hit the masked man's chest.
"Ah."
A scream echoed as blood spurted from the man's mouth. He flew back several meters, crashing into the bushes.
"Brother Ma."
One of his companions quickly followed to check on him.
It wasn't that Su Fan had always been dodging; it was because, although his eyes were special and his physical fitness was strong, he didn't know any martial arts moves. He could only dodge and look for opportunities, applying raw force in a decisive blow to ensure victory.
The man in the white mask was probably hanging onto his life by a thread if he wasn't dead.
"Kid, you, I'll kill you."
The remaining companion raised his handgun to shoot Su Fan.
