Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!
Steel pipes and machetes repeatedly slash through the air, carrying the whistling wind, a slight touch could absolutely split a head open.
Chu Mo's face remained indifferent, he didn't even bother to look up at these machetes and steel pipes, his figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he charged into the crowd.
His speed was as fast as lightning, making it impossible to capture his movement's trace. These men hadn't even managed to slam the steel pipes and machetes on Chu Mo's head when they felt darkness before their eyes; Chu Mo had already closed in.
Crack!
Chu Mo grabbed an incoming steel pipe with one hand and easily crushed it. The man was completely stunned, but Chu Mo did not pause, punching him squarely in the chest.
Bang!
The man's face filled with horror as he was sent flying over ten meters by Chu Mo's punch, smashing into a wall, violently spurting blood, his life or death unknown.