"What are you doing?! Attack him from all sides!!!" Mark Smith shouted angrily.
But it was like fighting a storm. Tony Clark's figure flickered, moving between them like a ghost.
A punch shattered a jaw. An elbow cracked against a temple. A sweeping kick sent another one tumbling.
"W-What speed is this?!!!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.
In seconds, four more were on the ground, groaning in pain.
Mark Smith's face twisted with rage. But he could only watch his so-called "waste" of the Clark family humiliate them all.
"Everyone, focus! Don't attack blindly! Keep him occupied!!!"
A lean girl shouted from behind, and she distanced herself away from the fight.
While the remaining disciples tried to stand against Tony, the lady took the opportunity to aim her arrows at Tony Clark from a distance.
Whoosh!!!
Suddenly, an arrow flew just past Tony's head.
"Hey, little girl, look where you're shooting!" Tony angrily cursed before punching a disciple on the head.
