The tyrannical, blood-colored fist shattered the three men's Ming Jin defenses as if they were brittle twigs.
Then, a storm of heavy punches rained down, mercilessly bombarding their bodies.
"CRUNCH! CRUNCH!"
A sickening chorus of snapping bones rang out. Under the terrifying power of Su Yu's fists, the three men's bodies twisted horrifically, like sandbags struck by heavy crossbow bolts.
"THUD, THUD, THUD!"
With three dull thuds, three bodies, like broken sacks, slammed hard onto the deck and slid a great distance.
Finally, they collapsed like dead dogs. They twitched a few times, then lay still, their lives extinguished.
From the moment Su Yu boarded the ship to his brutal, head-on slaughter of three Hall Masters at the Perfection level—all of it happened in less than three minutes.
