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"Bang!"
A foot slams onto the blade.
The high-grade steel blade, with a "crack," crumples and breaks.
The other thugs, seeing this, are shocked.
Damn.
This sword cost over a hundred bucks!
And it gets destroyed with one kick?
No wonder it's imported from Beihai Country.
As inferior as Sanlu milk powder.
The yellow-haired guy holding the long sword is completely stunned.
Ye Xuan, however, stands up, delivering a high whip kick that strikes the yellow-haired guy's head.
With a "bang," the yellow-haired guy feels a massive force slam into the crown of his head.
His legs feel like they are filled with lead, painfully numb and powerless, and he collapses to his knees with a "thud."
A warm trickle of blood flows from the yellow-haired youth's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
Ye Xuan's whip kick, heavy as a thunderstrike, could shatter Gold Stone and smash wooden stakes.
Let alone being aimed at the yellow-haired guy's head?
