A group of people rushed up with machetes and claws, and Linxie rushed straight up without taking out the soft sword in his own waist. He rushed into the crowd with bare fists, shuttling through the space. He swung one fist on the left, knocked over one fist on the right, and hit one fist like a fist fiercely. He kicked his feet, swept his trips, elbowed his knees, pricked his fingers and crutches, drinking their blood with their swords, Those who kill them, take their lives!

it's not fancy and gorgeous, but clean and bloody. Every punch and kick will kill one person. When Linxie passes through the crowd...