The words had barely left his lips when the burly men moved forward to surround Lin Mu. All of them were armed with machetes, wooden clubs, and steel pipes. As Fang Jian finished speaking, they sprang into action.
Two of them approached Lin Mu, the machetes in their hands whistling through the air as they chopped at his shoulders simultaneously, one from the front and one from the back. If these blows landed, Lin Mu would be crippled, if not killed.
Lin Mu suddenly turned, his hands lashing out to grab the machetes.
Seeing this, the two men were overjoyed. This guy's a complete idiot! Who fights like this? Is he really trying to perform a Barehanded Into the Blade's Edge?
However, the next second, the smiles on their faces froze solid.
They watched as Lin Mu's fingers clamped down on both machetes. Then, with a light twist, he snapped them.
CRACK! CRACK!
The machetes were forcefully broken.
"Die!"
