C1758 No Idea of the Direction

"Bang!"

Qin Ming's speed outmatched that of the two elderly men on the brink of death. In the moment their blades neared him, he landed a punch on the flat of each knife.

The combined strength of the two was no match for Qin Ming.

With that blow, their blades were sent flying, their arms numbed by the force.

Qin Ming regarded them with an impassive gaze, his hands never ceasing their assault