Qin Kun gripped the man's severed leg, gave it a slight twist, and flipped him over.
The man gritted his teeth against the pain and threw a Yinfeng Ear-Strike, but Qin Kun blocked it effortlessly with one hand, then his fist, as heavy as a copper mace, swung down in a wide, brutal arc.
The other used his remaining arm to block, but Qin Kun's blow struck his shoulder first, dislocating it on the spot. With the momentum, Qin Kun's fist turned into a knife-hand, chopping down on the man's carotid artery.
In the next moment, the man's movements stalled, his body went limp and flopped to the ground.
In just a few seconds, Qin Kun had already floored two men, using only basic hand-to-hand techniques.
The last man, seeing how brutally his fellows were beaten, his eyes bulged with rage and bloodshot red. A wisp of black mist coiled over his body, veins bulging under his skin, something seemed to writhe swiftly beneath the flesh.
