Furthermore, he had inherited five years of power from Iron Monk Yi Huai, relying on this pure Zen superior inner strength. At least in the first five minutes of the fight, he could hold his own against opponents two ranks higher—this was the "world-class first five minutes."
The pack of assassins before him might have trained for over a decade, but in this round of offense and defense, they were all subdued by Sun Yixie; momentarily, no one dared to make a move.
"Boss, this one's tough!" Even killers were humans and had to show weakness when necessary. By shouting this, they meant that if they continued to force the fight, it might be in vain.
"Who is this expert, announce your name!" The middle-aged man was shrewd as he had heard the other side shout "misunderstanding" twice, and since there were no casualties in that round of skirmishing, he thought there was still room for negotiation.
"Sun Yixie from Hangzhou," Sun Yixie promptly replied in a loud voice.
