Sean's gaze grew colder.
With that said, Sean stepped forward and picked up speed.
"Get him! Kill him!"
The 70 or 80 young men yelled and rushed toward Sean.
Swoosh!
At least a dozen steel batons were swung at Sean at the same time.
However, Sean did not avoid them but met them head-on instead. His sword swept across the air.
Clang! Plonk!
The steel batons collided with the Guardian Sword.
The sound of steel striking each other kept ringing, accompanied by sparks from the impact.
Ding! Ding dong!
Sean wielded his sword and knocked back the young men in front of him.
The young men widened their eyes as the space between their forefingers and thumbs tingled. They could hardly hold their steel batons steadily.
Sean continued walking forward as if nothing were wrong.
"F*ck! What the h*ll?"
Everyone was stunned.
Sean's strength surprised them.
Bang!
As the crowd froze, Sean swung down his sword.
This time, it cut into a steel baton a young man was holding.
Crack!
The steel baton snapped in two.
The falling blade opened a long gash in the young man's chest, rending his clothes and flesh.
"Ah!"
The young man screamed and collapsed immediately.
The blood turned the clothes red instantly.
"I'll cut off whoever’s hand that dares touch the grave."
Sean glanced at the two young men driving the excavators.
Swoosh!
The drivers of the two excavators stopped instantly.
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