It is truly a rare sight to see a person daring to charge at seven or eight people armed with pickaxe handles and cleavers while holding nothing but a brick and a stone.
Wang An's ferocity was displayed to the fullest in this moment.
However, there was deep consideration behind why Wang An charged so urgently; this was, of course, experience accumulated from his previous street fights.
Because as Wang An charged forward, the two bricks he had thrown earlier had not yet landed, meaning the seven or eight people with the ticket scalper would instinctively move to dodge.
This kind of dodging is an instinct possessed by all animals, or what one might call the "subconscious."
But with so many people crowded together, as long as someone made a dodging motion, the group would inevitably fall into chaos, and their formation would vanish in an instant.
And this was Wang An's opportunity—the opportunity to take them all down.
Wang An's martial arts were currently very high, and fighting multiple opponents was a very simple matter for him. However, there was a prerequisite for achieving this: he absolutely could not be firmly encircled by a crowd.
As the old saying goes, "One fist is no match for four hands; a brave man cannot withstand a crowd."
No matter how strong Wang An's ability to take a hit was, if a dozen pickaxe handles smashed into him or twenty-some cleavers hacked him, Wang An would collapse on the spot, the kind of collapse where he wouldn't be able to get back up.
Sure enough, seeing the bricks flying toward them, the ticket scalper and his crew didn't even think; they instinctively scattered to avoid the incoming projectiles.
There was no other way; if a brick hit you in the head or body, it was no joke. It was only natural to dodge.
However, just as these people scattered and the bricks failed to hit anyone, Wang An arrived.
Before these people could regroup, the brick in Wang An's left hand slammed violently down toward one man's face.
When fighting, one must remember: if you can hit the face, never hit the crown of the head.
This is because the bone at the crown of the head is very hard; aside from breaking the scalp and drawing some blood, or at most knocking someone unconscious, it basically causes no substantial damage.
The face is different. No matter where you hit, it can instantly daze the victim, and nine times out of ten, the bridge of the nose will be smashed flat.
Indeed, as the brick in Wang An's hand slapped across the man's face, the kid instantly lost his combat effectiveness. He dropped the pickaxe handle in his hand and clutched his face with both hands, wailing. The sound of the wailing actually sounded quite miserable.
Taking down one person with one brick, Wang An didn't even spare the kid a glance—mainly because he had no time to.
With a swing of his right hand, the stone he held flew from his grip, heading straight for another man's lips.
He had no choice; this man was holding a cleaver. In this situation, Wang An had no time to perform "empty-handed blade seizure." Everything had to focus on reducing the enemy's combat power as quickly as possible, because there were still seven or eight people running toward him from behind!
Wang An wasn't entirely sure what the result of a high-speed stone hitting a mouth was, but he saw the kid's head snap back violently upon impact, and then the kid went down.
Of course, this was only seen through the corner of Wang An's eye, because the moment the stone left his hand, the brick in Wang An's left hand flew toward a man holding a pickaxe handle.
Mainly, this kid had already swung the pickaxe handle in a full arc. If Wang An didn't stop him in time, he would have to retreat to dodge, but if Wang An retreated, he would immediately fall into the disastrous situation of being surrounded.
As a former fighting maniac, Wang An knew all too well what the consequences of being surrounded by so many people with pickaxe handles and cleavers would be.
Therefore, at this moment, Wang An could only accelerate his charge forward; he couldn't afford a single moment's delay.
Wang An was left-handed, meaning the strength in his left hand was greater than his right. Thus, when the brick struck the kid's chest dead-on, the kid let out a muffled groan, his face instantly turning pale. He froze on the spot as if a pause button had been forcibly pressed.
Even the pickaxe handle he had swung in a full arc paused in mid-air for a moment before drooping powerlessly. It was evident that this brick had likely caused the kid's heart to skip a few beats.
Wang An's eyes darted left and right to observe the others' movements, but his feet never stopped. He took a large step forward and reached out to grab the pickaxe handle from the kid's hand.
In a fight, it is a huge disadvantage not to have a handy tool in one's hand.
Wang An rarely used cleavers in fights, mainly because they were too light and their lethality was limited.
When hacking at someone wearing thick cotton clothes, the most it could do was cut through the cotton and leave a gash in the body; it couldn't reach the bone. It could be said that it didn't hinder the opponent from continuing to fight at all.
Therefore, Wang An's favorite tool was the pickaxe handle.
This thing could put some real power behind a blow. No matter where it hit or how thick your clothes were, it could cause a considerable degree of damage.
As Wang An charged in, the kid hadn't caught his breath yet and was in a damn state where he couldn't move an inch. Seeing Wang An charging at him, a look of panic immediately surged into the kid's eyes.
But Wang An didn't even look at him. After grabbing the pickaxe handle, he took another step forward, then spun around and used his large foot to kick the kid toward the scruffy man.
Without pausing to care about the result, he swung the pickaxe handle horizontally behind him.
The purpose of this sweep wasn't necessarily to hit someone, but to force those charging in to retreat.
While sweeping, he pivoted his body, lifted his left foot, and followed up with a half-circle horizontal sweep.
Upon landing, he crouched and then used a spring-like launch to dart out through the gap between two people.
Only then was Wang An finally clear of the danger of being pinched from two sides.
In fact, this was only long when described; from the moment Wang An charged forward with a brick in his left hand and a stone in his right until now, less than ten seconds had passed.
Relying on his experience from previous street fights, as well as his formidable skill and flexible body, he had darted out completely unscathed.
But to be fair, the gang led by the scruffy man weren't cowards; they were all ruthless characters who dared to fight and struggle.
To have three people taken down by Wang An in such a short time, the terror of the combat power and the ruthlessness of the methods Wang An displayed were absolutely extraordinary.
Yet the remaining people ignored this, continuing to chase Wang An with shouting and clamor, completely unaffected, all looking as if they wanted to eat Wang An alive. (End of Chapter)