"Hiss! This is..."
One, two, three... A total of eight blazing Yanf Swords slowly materialized beside Chen Fei. Upon seeing this, everyone—from Amotig and the surrounding assassins to even Uncle Master Yama—was stunned. A hint of shock and horror appeared in their eyes.
"You... you just now... you weren't even using your full strength!?" Amotig, covered in blood, trembled as he pointed at Chen Fei. He couldn't believe this Easterner was so terrifying. To think their earlier fight hadn't even pushed him to his limits!
As for the Crimson Fang assassins, who had already been scared half to death, they now felt a bone-deep chill creep up their spines.
After all, just a moment ago, this young Easterner had wielded only six of those bizarre Yanf Swords and had nearly killed Amotig, one of the Crimson Fang's four aces. And now... a full eight of those strange and frightening Yanf Swords appeared before them. The implication was self-evident.
