In everyone's minds, Master Yang Gong was already famed for his bravery, but unexpectedly, those three people were also astonishingly skilled, seeming like Evil Ghosts descending to the mortal world.
The round-faced one, seeing a few horses approaching to sandwich Yang Gong in between, pressed on the saddle with one hand, flew up, and kicked the backside of a horse. The strong steed was kicked with a crackling sound of bones, sent flying across.
It toppled seven or eight people before finally coming to a stop.
Another wielding a fork appeared simple in action. When he saw an opportunity, he thrust down fiercely with the fork.
It was an ordinary wooden fork, but he wielded it with astonishing power, skewering three or four people like stringing gourds.
The other one wielded a whip. When an enemy lieutenant shouted orders for his men to block them, the whip-wielder sneaked behind, and with one whip, split the man and his horse in half. The sight of blood splattering was shocking.
