The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

However, the three men and Michael looked shocked three seconds later.

Within only three seconds, people approaching Rebbeca screamed miserably as they flew backward. They all fell to the ground and groaned.

In only three seconds, nearly a hundred men were incapacitated. Rebbeca continued moving without any sign of exhaustion.

Michael watched the scene blankly as if it was a dream.

“I’m not dreaming, am I?” He gave himself a hard pinch on the cheek as he spoke.

“Hiss.” Michael gasped. “Is this for real? But isn’t this too outrageous? Can one man pull off something that outrageous? Dr. Lennon is so scary. Is he born with divine powers like Hercules? The longer I live, the more I see.”

The three men’s expressions were particularly ghastly.

“Damn it. What’s the deal with this guy? Why is he capable of such things?”

how did he do it? Why is he so strong? I don’t get

in such a short time.” The speaker already had cold sweat dripping uncontrollably from his

only good enough to defeat the three of them

many men to intimidate Moses, but who knew Rebbeca was so good at

said, “Relax. No matter how good he is at fighting, he’s no match for hundreds of men. Besides, our men haven’t taken out their weapons

“You’re right!”

the three men roared, “Boys,

angrily pulled out

was that the batons turned into a prop that

took. It was more exaggerated than a cowboy throwing his lasso. As the batons swooshed, the men were sent flying

kids playing in a cornfield with sticks as

minutes passed in the blink of

fell directly to the ground, while some fell on cars, crushing the roof, and some accidentally fell on

them could still stand. All