"Ah!" Another flying kick landed. Among the three opponents, two were slightly weaker. As soon as Jiang Ming'an stepped in, he engaged these two. One was as thin as a shadow, long and slender. Just a slight extension of his hand could reach your chest. Jiang Ming'an narrowly avoided being hit several times and gradually figured out this person's moves.
He specialized in attacking people's weak spots. Once he got close, he either twisted your neck, gouged out your eyes, or aimed for the most vulnerable spot on a man. His style was perverse and his actions despicable, demanding constant vigilance.
The other opponent was shorter but bulky—no, it should be called stout. His strength was astonishing. Jiang Ming'an blocked his punches several times, leaving his arm momentarily numb and powerless. He suspected that if he hadn't withdrawn quickly, his entire arm might have been crippled.
The person Xie Yunhai was dealing with was someone Jiang Ming'an recognized.
