Chapter 68: An Eyesore

Ninety-nine people rushed him at once. Daxton Mabbett's expression did not change. He met them head-on, unhurried and unafraid. Terrisome swept out. Dozens of sword phantoms whirled around him, snapping more than a dozen weapons in mid-swing. Then his fist crashed into the Short Knife Man's chest. Blood surged up the man's throat. He screamed and toppled over in a heap. "Full strength!" the Strong Man bellowed. His iron fists hammered forward until the air itself buzzed, his qi and blood boiling. The...