The entire exchange was extremely brief, lasting no more than a few breaths.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a few martial artists had just rushed forward, only to be sent flying to the ground by Chen Tang's three punches and two kicks, their lives uncertain.
In the crowd, after a moment of silence, an even louder uproar erupted!
"Kill him!"
"Everyone together!"
"We don't need to act— I bet he won't survive today!"
Chen Tang observed the crowd around him, stirred and ready to act, knowing it was futile to try to explain anything now.
Woosh!
At this moment, amidst the noisy clamor, an unusual sound was mixed, extremely subtle.
"Hmm?"
If not for Chen Tang's cultivation of the Wind Listening Technique, this strange sound would have been drowned out by the surrounding voices, making it difficult for him to detect.
Chen Tang slightly turned his body.
He saw a dark light shooting towards him, emitting a faint fragrance.
Poisonous!
Chen Tang focused his attention.
