Clop, clop, clop—
The horse hooves beat like drumbeats.
Three riders galloped swiftly through the night, just turning the corner of the official road.
Suddenly, one of them felt a sudden tightness around his neck, as a rope flew out of nowhere and dragged him off the horse back and into the woods.
The other two were shocked, about to draw their swords for a fight, when a shadow flickered in the woods. A fierce man charged out with a loud shout, raising his hand to deliver two punches.
That man screamed miserably, his body making cracking sounds as he fell off the horse, collapsing on the ground and spewing several mouthfuls of blood, seemingly on the brink of death.
"This is it? You can't take a punch at all."
The fierce man casually walked up to the two men collapsed on the ground, and with two muscular arms resembling iron, picked them up like straw, and they hung in the air, staring in terror at the fierce man in front of them, who looked like a ghost or god.
