"Right, take him out! Kill that back stabber!"
Xigou gritted his teeth, growling, "Revenge is a must, but do we even know how strong that back stabber is? What if we can't beat him?"
Fang Zhixing, with an expressionless face, countered, "Do you think these punks are stronger than me, or can beat me?"
Xigou thought carefully and then it dawned on him.
Given Fang Zhixing's strength, in a one-on-one, he could beat any one of those pockmarked-faced youths.
Even if it were a group fight, Fang Zhixing would be able to handle it and win.
At least taking on ten was no big deal for him.
Even if he couldn't win, he could still escape.
The premise is that both parties are fighting normally and respecting the martial rites.
However, there weren't many rules in this world and nobody respected the martial rites.
Damn it, it's all lime powder attacks, nets over the head, and so many ganging up on one...
Holy crap!
