"Xiao Yang, don't even think about taking a half step from here today!"

As one of the three masters of the Black Hand Association, Johnson thought he was extraordinary. Without waiting for the words to fall, his hand supported the table in front of him and rushed towards Xiao Yang with a quick step. His wrist turned in the air. At some point, two soft swords appeared in his hands.

The two soft swords were as hard as rocks in his hands, without any bending. The soft swords were waving, splitting the air in front of him, and the sound made trembled.

Johnson's eyes were full of fury, and his eyes were filled with killing.

"Suffer to die!"

The sharp blades of the two soft swords in his hand were approaching Xiao Yang's face. The soft sword shook in the void and made a sound like a dragon roar like a tiger, which was terrifying.

At this critical moment, Xiao Yang bent down, avoided Johnson's first attack and then retreated.

Seeing the situation, Johnson forced forward one after another.

But he was in the midst of a showdown and it was difficult to analyze the situation in front of him. He didn't know that he had already fallen into the favorable side of Xiao Yang.

"With this little ability, you dare to show off your skills in front of me?"

Xiao Yang said with a sneer.

Hearing this words was like pouring oil on the anger in Johnson's chest, which made his anger grow stronger and stronger, and he had lost his mind.

"I still dare to speak wildly!"

Johnson angrily scolded that the offensive launched was even more rapid.

Xiao Yang took a few steps back, retreated to a chair not far behind him, and grabbed the chair beside him and flew towards Johnson.

Johnson quickly slashed the soft sword flying towards him with the soft sword in his hand, but when he cleared the chair, he looked in front of him again, but found that Xiao Yang was empty and there was no sign of Xiao Yang at all.

He frowned, and couldn't help but feel a little panicked. He looked around, but before he could turn around, he was punched behind him.

The force of this punch seemed to have a thousand pounds of force. He felt the organs in his chest tremble, like an upside down, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

"No...this is impossible!"

Johnson covered his chest with his hands in disbelief.

Since he joined the Black Hand Club, he has never tasted the taste of failure while performing various tasks. This time, Xiao Yang, who thought his strength was as different as apart as a cloud of mud, actually defeated him. Such a large gap made him unacceptable for a while.

Click!

Xiao Yang had already walked to Johnson's side without realizing it, and slashed his sword in the air and fell on Johnson's neck, knocking Johnson to the ground, twitching his limbs, and breathing became more and more rapid.

He was still muttering to himself: "This...this is impossible!"

When death was approaching, he still couldn't accept the Waterloo of his life and could not calmly recognize the fact that he was defeated by Xiao Yang.

He suddenly took a deep breath, his eyes stopped breathing.

Xiao Yang put his hands in his pockets, looked around the people at the Black Hand Club with a cold expression, and couldn't help but sigh. Now the beam between him and Black Hand Club was completely formed!

He thought that it would not take long for the Black Hand to take big actions to deal with the Dead Organization. During this period, he had to find some help from some people.

He did not blindly be confident, but analyzed the current situation with great clarity.
Chapter completed!