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Under the siege of thirteen strong men, dead as doornails, he was still with ease.
The old method, first break the arms, then decapitate.
After trying it out, he knew that slashing the body or piercing through the organs was of no use.
The opponents still rushed at him crazily as if they were injected with chicken blood.
He could only directly cut off the source of the attack from a physical standpoint.
He dispatched the thirteen men one by one as if he were dealing with zombies.
"Thump..."
Zhou Ping'an just swung his sword, spun his body, and decapitated the last man when his eyebrows twitched. He sidestepped, and a whizzing wind swept by, leaving a hole in the ground the size of a basketball. The terrazzo floor was cracked in all directions.
Without stopping the sideway motion, his legs crossed, his body spun into a twirl, and his left hand somehow lifted a wheel-steel axe from the ground, hurling it with the momentum of the spin.
"Swoosh..."