The figures didn't speak; instead, they launched their attacks with ruthless precision. Daggers and swords slashed at him mercilessly.
Chun Ma watched calmly, standing still as he allowed the onslaught.
But just as the blades neared his skin, they abruptly halted. frozen in mid-air, at least to the naked eye.
The assassins aimed coldly for his vital organs, showing no mercy.
But Chun Ma didn't budge. His blue pupils calmly observed the rain of attacks, none of which managed to cause even the slightest damage.
After all the weapons had been exhausted, Chun Ma calmly raised his palm and muttered softly:
"Palm Technique: Reversal Qi."
In an instant, the surrounding Qi twisted and distorted. The assassins, who had been lurking in the shadows, were revealed.
Twelve figures stood before him, clad in ragged clothes that covered them completely from head to toe, not a single inch of skin exposed.
