Summon of The Sword novel Chapter 1215

"How ridiculous."

Sean responded to Tyga with a sneer.

"Chop him!"

Tyga stomped his foot and ordered instantly.

"Get him!"

"Kill him!"

Holding their weapons high up in the air, the 20-over men rushed toward Sean.

Surrounded, Sean instantly vanished into the crowd.

Sally and the rest outside could not see Sean.

Ding! Bang!

Clang!

The steel rods and machetes collided, drowning Sean in the crowd.

Then there was a brief silence.

Sally and the rest tensed up at this moment.

They were worried whether Sean was hacked to death.

Even Zander and Jeffrey could not help but frown.

After all, Sean was only human!

"Ah!"

Suddenly, there was a scream.

The next thing they knew, the 20-over men surrounding Sean instantly jerked away like they suffered an electric shock.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Before they could see what had happened, they heard the sound of a blade cutting through flesh.

Sean had grabbed a broad machete at some point.

With his body moving like a fan and his right leg grounded, he slashed the men with the machete.

Sean slashed a deep cut into the arms of everyone around him.

The 20-over men dropped their weapons and collapsed on the ground, screaming while covering their arms.

"Hsss!"

Tyga, Sally, and the rest gasped.

Terrifying!

How terrifying!

He was so terrifying that he was not human!

Zander and Jeffrey were the only ones who understood that Sean had gone easy on them.

Otherwise, he would have only had to raise the blade a little when he swung it, and these two dozen people would have been slashed in the throat and died on the spot instead of having their arms wounded.

Sean did not kill them as he eventually thought of their current situation. He only made them lose their fighting ability.

"Come here."

With the machete in his hand, Sean pointed at Tyga with its tip.

"F*ck you!"

Tyga cursed, his heart beating faster and faster.

He had met a lot of tough people, and he was also a tough guy.

However, he had never met someone like Sean.

When Sean looked at him, he could not help feeling weak in his legs.

"You're not coming? I'll go over to you then."

Sean lowered the machete in his hand and slowly walked forward.

Tyga's legs trembled even more violently.

It was the first time he had been scared like that in years.

He used to be in Sean's position, scaring others.

Today, he was the one who went weak at the knees.

"Are you scared of me?

"If you're scared, who gave you the courage to bully my comrade's family?"