The second guard shamelessly joined the fight. He attacked from Kael's left, sword thrusting toward his ribs.
Kael twisted, grabbing the blade with his bare hand. His palm was coated with a thin layer of primal energy. The sword screeched against it as sparks flew.
He yanked hard, pulling the guard off balance. His other hand came up, an elbow strike to the man's face. The guard's nose shattered, blood sprayed. He fell back with a cry.
The crowd erupted in shocked murmurs.
"He's fighting them equally!"
"How is that possible?"
"A Level 1 against Level 5s..."
"This is insane..."
The third guard joined the assault, then the fourth. Now all four surrounded Kael. Their swords flashed from multiple angles. A coordinated attack. Their movements were synchronized.
Kael moved like water between them. His Crescent Requiem Dao guided his footwork. Reading the flow of their attacks, predicting the rhythm. Each step placed him exactly where he needed to be.
