"How can mere flesh withstand such sharp-edged weapons?"
Wu Jian's mind was filled with questions, but in reality, that's what happened. Song Qingshan appeared just in time and blocked several machetes with one arm.
However, there wasn't a single mark on his arm, as if the thugs weren't chopping at Song Qingshan's arm, but at a hard steel ingot instead.
Not only was Wu Jian astonished, but the girl Bingbing also wore a look of disbelief, and those thugs looked as if they had seen a ghost.
If it weren't for the fact that they were adversaries, they would have wanted to check if Song Qingshan's arm was a prosthetic.
"You should take her inside..."
Song Qingshan remained indifferent. At his level of strength, he was nearly at the peak of the Grandmaster level, and the Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training Golden Bell Shield he had mastered reached a terrifying level, almost achieving invulnerability to swords and guns...
