Fighting is an art; victory doesn't depend on numbers, but on strength.
Just like Ye Xuan.
With a single chopstick, poking left and right, he had already taken down more than a dozen security guards.
Among these guards, five were retired International Mercenaries.
Yet these individuals, when confronted with Ye Xuan, didn't even have a chance to fight back.
Ye Xuan wielded the chopstick, lightly tapping it on their chests.
They felt as if a bullet had pierced through their chests, their faces turning pale at once, feeling an immense force transmitted from the tip of the chopstick, knocking them to the ground.
When they tried to stand again, they suddenly realized a severe pain in their chests, as if their hearts were being twisted by a knife, unbearably painful, leaving them lying obediently on the ground.
Like dogs!
The remaining dozen security guards, showing fear on their faces, dared not approach so easily.
