The wooden crutch was cut into half the moment the blade collided with it, and then flew straight out to draw a perfect parabola.
Yan Xiaoyu's face was cold and there was no unnecessary expression. From Jin Shaoyang's position, he could only see his straight figure and his somewhat thin profile.
Her golden hair swayed gently with the breeze, and her slanted bangs covered her eyebrows, revealing only her calm eyes.
"Trash." Although she was in a weak position, Yan Xiaoyu still said these two words in a particularly domineering manner.
Upon hearing this, the leader immediately angrily slashed at Yan Xiaoyu with his machete: "Damn it, a cripple is so harsh to talk back to you! The PE teacher is so crazy!"
There was still a slight smile on Yan Xiaoyu's face, and the raised corners of her mouth revealed a sexy and fragile look, which made people want to rush forward to protect him, so Jin Shaoyang clenched his fists vaguely.
Yan Xiaoyu stood firmly, then picked up half of the crutch and thrust it straight at the leader's wrist. At this moment, the leader's machete was only less than twenty centimeters away from Yan Xiaoyu.
It's like a race between speed and recklessness, whoever is afraid first loses first.
Yan Xiaoyu's eyes narrowed slightly, like a lazy cat, but the strength in his arms gradually increased.
However, when the machete was about to touch Yan Xiaoyu's neck, the leading man's arm suddenly trembled and then retracted back. It was obvious that he had lost.
But Yan Xiaoyu didn't give him a chance to retreat. The duel between men would end in defeat.
Then the speed of his hand suddenly increased, and then he pushed the crutch forward and directly stroked his arm. The man was startled, took a step back, and then his arm began to tremble.
The machete fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the crutch had already cut through the man's clothes and punctured his arm.
Yan Xiaoyu smiled with satisfaction, then bent down to pick up the knife, but she didn't expect that the process of grabbing the knife just now had served as a warning to the monkeys.
In fact, in a sense, Yan Xiaoyu did this on purpose. If he wanted to get the knife, there were many quicker ways. He did this purely to save time. After all, this is a school. If things get too big, what will happen?
Okay, so whether you win or lose this battle, it is not good for you.
Yan Xiaoyu felt relieved when he knew that these people were here to trouble him. Although he had difficulty moving now, the school was too sensitive. If it wasn't an absolute goal, no one would take the risk here.
A mass killing spree.
After all, his identity is not as special as that of Jin Shaoyang. These people are just gangsters that Li Su found in society, so it is no big deal if they are beaten up by a group at most.
After understanding this, Yan Xiaoyu became extra calm, so calm that even a dozen people on the other side did not dare to attack him, a cripple with limited mobility.
These guys are so cowardly! Yan Xiaoyu watched them surrounding her step by step but didn't dare to act rashly. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart and rolled her eyes.
However, it seemed that this eye-rolling action angered them. One of the gangsters who dyed his hair burgundy became angry in an instant. He raised his machete and rushed towards Yan Xiaoyu: "Damn, you are still like this when you are about to die.
Damn, do you really think you guys don’t dare to do anything to you? Brother Tian, let’s go!”
His yell seemed to ignite the anger of everyone present. They all stared at Yan Xiaoyu and raised their machetes.
Oops, Yan Xiaoyu was depressed for a moment. His leg injury has not healed yet. If he doesn't want to leave any sequelae, he can't do any strenuous exercise. So at this moment, even if the machete is directed at his head, he can't move rashly.
You can only dodge sideways but cannot escape!
If they attack one by one, he might still be able to escape, but with this attitude, he seems to be very likely to be stabbed into a hornet's nest!
Damn it, everything I have is luck and all I have lost is life!
Yan Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and suddenly raised his hand to grab a machete that was aimed at his head, and then dodged to avoid the knife that was aimed at his back.
Blood drops slowly flowed down the palm of his hand, and the bright red blood drops on his fair skin gave off an almost eerie light in the sunlight.
He retracted his hand and clenched his fist, then swung the machete fiercely. The blade pierced the air and made a harsh sound. The smile on Yan Xiaoyu's face slowly disappeared and was replaced by a bloodthirsty seriousness and coldness.
Jin Shaoyang looked at his figure and frowned slightly.
Yan Xiaoyu couldn't remember how many knives he had wielded or how many injuries he had sustained. In short, he remembered that his legs had not moved. He just stood firmly on the spot and waved the machete in his hand fiercely. Compared with those gangsters,
, Yan Xiaoyu's strength is obviously greater and his skills are more proficient. Every time he strikes, he will block the opponent's attack and launch a counterattack, so even though it is a bit laborious, Yan Xiaoyu has never been defeated.
However, facts have proven that the old Chinese proverb is absolutely true in numbers, because no matter how proficient Yan Xiaoyu’s sword skills are, even if he is just a pig butcher, he is still not as good as a group of laymen who have just started to attack him.
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After all, a person's power is limited, and fighting is also an art, which requires the cooperation of speed and strength.
If it is a one-to-one fight, there is no doubt that they will win, but it is this kind of group fight that is the most energy-consuming. In a fight on campus, Yan Xiaoyu dare not kill with one blow, so every attack can only make them lose the battle.
ability, but whenever they slow down they will rush in again and attack.
Yan Xiaoyu held the handle of the knife, but sweat was already sliding down his face. In fact, if they looked carefully, they would find that Yan Xiaoyu didn't have much strength at this time. The wrist holding the handle of the knife was shaking slightly, and every time
Swinging the knife seemed to have taken the last of his strength, and his face was covered in blood and looked alluring, but he didn't know whose blood it belonged to.
The leading man, known as Brother Tian, took a step back and withdrew from the battle, but he was the first to discover Yan Xiaoyu's weakness: "If you all separate and attack from the front and back, I don't believe he can grow two more hands on his back!"
It seemed that it was because he had not encountered a strong enemy for a long time. At this time, the man's voice was clearly tired but extremely excited.
Upon hearing this, the younger brothers immediately came out of their misunderstandings. Yan Xiaoyu was not stupid. He knew that they would see the flaw sooner or later, so when they attacked, Yan Xiaoyu kept turning and tried to face the enemy directly.
They, and when they changed directions to attack, he would also turn around quickly, so in the long run they did not pay too much attention to Yan Xiaoyu's back, but the man's words made them immediately find the way to attack.
The best method, after all, no matter how awesome Yan Xiaoyu is, he only has two hands.