These five burly guys were obviously trained fighters, all muscle and tendon, aiming every punch and kick at vital spots.
Fatty Wang was no match for them. Scared out of his mind, he ducked right behind Qin Feng.
Qin Feng channeled his True Qi outside his body, forming a thin protective layer, like the skin of a cicada's wing.
When those guys started hitting and kicking, Qin Feng didn't even bother to dodge, just letting their fists and feet land on him.
All you heard was a series of crisp cracks—their attacks hit him like hitting solid rock. One after another, they twisted wrists and ankles, and started howling like pigs being butchered.
Qin Feng let out a cold laugh, slammed his fist into the guy in front of him, then leaped into the air, landing a kick on each side to knock out two more.
There were two thugs left, ninjas who held back their pain and lunged at Qin Feng with two flying kicks.
