Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 459

However, his well-honed instincts and years of combat training instantly kicked in, allowing him to react swiftly.

Tyrone deftly sidestepped the attacker. The sharp blade cut through the air where he had just been a moment before. Moving quickly, he delivered a precise strike to his opponent’s wrist, forcing him to drop the weapon with a yelp of pain.

The remaining five assailants closed in, each with a knife in hand.

Their eyes burned with fury as they circled him.

Tyrone dodged another attack, kicking the knife out of one of the men’s hands.

Unyielding, they relentlessly continued the assault. Their coordinated strikes left little room for Tyrone to escape unscathed.

his best efforts, Tyrone couldn’t escape unharmed. During the struggle, a blade grazed his arm, drawing a crimson line.

down his face, making it difficult

unwavering gaze remained fixed on them. “Who are you?” he demanded,

roared the tall man, his eyes

he lunged

dodged sideways. Then, in one fluid motion, he clasped the assailant’s wrist with a vice

chest, forcing him

Tyrone. His reflexes were fast, but the

sleeve of his suit, penetrating his flesh, and crimson liquid spilled from the deep gash. The raindrops pelted down, washing away

out a fierce roar as he delivered a powerful kick to the assailant who had wounded him. The force of the kick sent the man flying backward, clutching

go!” urged one of the assailants, his desire to retreat evident in his

original plan was only to rough