Chapter 901


    Fane chuckled. He felt a little speechless. It seemed that these people knew how to keep a secret.


    "Enough with the talking. Kill him!"


    The head honcho with the bald head waved his hand. A mass of people surged toward Fane.


    "Trying to bully me with sheer numbers, e h?"


    Fane narrowed his eyes. He cracked his knuckles, but he did not reveal a lick of fear. Instead, he


    rushed forward.


    "Striking Eagle Fist!"


    One of the men used one of his skills when he came before Fane.


    Heunched punches after punches, the air seeming to rip apart before him. One could even hear the


    clear whoosh that shot through the atmosphere.


    Bang!


    Fane could not be bothered with his attacks. He swiped a fist at the other man, spun on his heel, and


    went straight for another person.


    The man who used the Striking Eagle Fist was probably as strong as an army major. H e was already


    considered an exceptional fighter.


    Unfortunately, Fane merely saw him as a child, trying to emte the grandmasters— and his fist


    technique was really no technique at all. The man flew to the side from Fane’s blow. His arm shattered.


    The man released a pained cry. His face immediately paled.


    Bang! Bang! Bang!


    Fane struck a few more fists straight into the center of a few people''s chests. Their sternums shattered,


    and they all spat mouthfuls of blood. Each of them was sent flying, and by the time theynded on the


    ground, none of them were breathing. They were all dead.


    At that moment, Fane seemed to have melded into the shadows under the dim lighting, ughtering


    the Americans in a spray of blood and gut-wrenching cries.


    The people hiding in the house, especially Fiona, Joan, and the others, had never seen something like


    this before.


    Now though, as they bore witness to the scene, shock seeped into their marrows.


    Their breathing hitched.


    In a short while, Fane killed every single one of those dozens of men at the speed of light.


    "You''re so strong, Fane. Why do I feel like you''re fighting way better than you did in the morning?"


    Fane shed an awkward smile. "Oh, Mother. Don’t you know that it’s always best to reserve some of


    your strength when fighting, no matter where and when? We always need to keep a trump card for


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    "Oh. So that''s it!"