Beauty Chairwoman's Bodyguard Expert

Upon hearing Mike’s words filled with disdain, the faces of the men in black revealed a trace of ferocious killing intent. Their eyes were fixed on Mike, as if they wished to act immediately to show Mike who was truly insignificant like an ant.

"Since that’s the case, let’s do it! Kill them all, leave no one alive." Xue Bing said directly, her tone carrying an unmistakable cold killing intent. She was in Xiangjiang to kill, not to listen to nonsense.

Moreover, she was now Lu Tianxing’s woman and knew clearly the dangers Lu Tianxing faced. Previously, she was a police officer, and perhaps cared about not killing randomly. But now, as Lu Tianxing’s woman, she had to think for her man. Anyone daring to go against him was an enemy, and there should be no mercy. Kill them all.

"Hahaha, you want to kill us all?"

At this moment, the man in black suddenly laughed wildly, "Do you really think you can achieve that with just yourselves? Can you really deal with us? Today, let’s see who’s strong and who’s weak, who’s truly like an ant."

As his voice fell, the man’s eyes suddenly shot out a cold killing intent, like a beast awakening. His entire being exuded an oppressing aura, making one’s heart feel as if weighed down by a massive stone, unable to calm down or breathe.

"Then come and try."

Mike’s expression showed no change, as if unfazed by the man’s rampant aura.

"Let’s see what you’re made of then."

With no hesitation, the man in black took the initiative.

Immovable as a mountain, moving like lightning.

The figure of the man in black transformed into something ethereal, in a flash, he was in front of Mike, his body slightly bowed as his right hand abruptly raised and struck.

His five fingers clenched tightly, resembling a snake’s head or the tip of a spear on an ancient battlefield, filled with fierce intent, aiming to kill Mike in one strike.

This is the true terror of a martial artist, when idle, nothing happens; when moving, it becomes a deadly move, giving the opponent no chance to breathe.

"Hmph, is this your strength? Seems it’s nothing much."

Feeling the man’s fierce fist wind, a sneer appeared on Mike’s face. Being a strength superpower user, at the same level, he feared no close combat.

"Boom!"

With no hesitation, Mike also immediately punched back, another punch thrown out, the air exploding, boundless air waves surrounded the fist, giving the impression of a giant swinging a fist, immensely domineering.

The man in black felt an overwhelming pressure erupt from his heart in an instant, the punch hadn’t even landed, yet a strong sense of threat surged within him. His eyes shrank into dangerous pinholes.

"Fallen leaves wither."

The man’s figure swiftly retreated while raising both hands, instantly releasing hand imprints like fallen leaves, gently hitting Mike’s fist, but inside contained the force to destroy gold and jade. Those slightly weaker would spit blood and die under this palm.

Facing this relentless hand imprint, Mike completely ignored it, his arm slightly shook, causing air waves to spread outwards, sweeping away everything like sweeping dried leaves, shattering the man’s palm imprints.

"It’s useless, though you’re at middle-stage mythical, I am at the mythical middle stage perfect. In my eyes, all your tricks can’t withstand my punch."

The disdain on Mike’s face deepened.

This is "One Force Drops Ten Meetings," a punch thrown, no matter your tricks, all are ineffective.

The fist wind surged like tides, completely obliterating the palm imprints, Mike’s attack relentlessly fast, crashing towards the man in black.

"Damn it!"

The man’s face turned exceedingly grim, wanting to dodge but couldn’t. As Mike said, his strength was superior, locking him in completely. Retreating now meant losing in terms of aura.

In expert battles, not only combat strength matters, but also the aura. If the aura falters, even if you were equal before, you’d end up losing miserably. Another crucial point is that his strength is inferior to Mike. If he loses aura, he’s doomed.

"Can’t retreat, must endure."

Determination flared across the man’s face, True Qi surged like tides, with no hesitation, his hand raised and punched out.

"Boom!"

The two punches connected, a fierce force swept around, the cement ground beneath them burst open in an instant, countless stones flew and shot in all directions, roaringly.

Mike stood unmoved, while the man in black was lifted by the violent air wave, thrown several yards away, unable to control a mouthful of blood from spewing out. His complexion turned pale, robe became ragged.

The man in black stood still, the arm just used in the clash slightly trembling, clearly having taken substantial damage.

"Kill, kill, kill everyone, don’t leave any alive."

The man’s gaze swept around, shouting to those beside him, while rushing once more towards Mike.

On hearing the man’s shout, his companions exchanged glances without hesitation, immediately acted. True Qi surged, charging towards Mike’s group and the Huang Family’s bodyguards.

They understood well, the man couldn’t match Mike, and running now wouldn’t work. The best plan was eliminating the nuisances nearby, then joining forces with the man to kill Mike, or they’d all likely die here today.

With that, the sounds of slaughter echoed again, accompanied by tragic cries. The scene resembled a battlefield confrontation, soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals.

Certainly, no ignorant soldier would challenge a general, as only one outcome awaited—the quick death, no different from offering oneself as prey.