"Run! Run for your lives!"
"Devil! He's a devil!"
The group of Japanese screamed in terror, trying to turn and flee, not daring to face Qin Heng. They were usually considered strong in their own right. In Japan, a practitioner of Hidden Force was a mid-level Samurai. Even as bodyguards, their monthly salary was over two million yen. They were definitely considered experts. But now, they were all terrified into a frantic escape, like ducks scurrying everywhere.
"Think you can escape!?" Qin Heng sneered coldly. "With your meager strength, you think you can run from me? Ridiculous!"
With that, his figure flickered, instantly transforming into a gust of wind.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Qin Heng's figure flashed, stirring up fierce winds.
BOOM! BOOM!
He rampaged forward like an Ancestral Tyrant Dragon charging into a flock of modern-day sheep, plunging directly into the midst of the Japanese! He cut through them effortlessly, like slicing melons and vegetables!
A punch for each one!
