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.

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

wall. Rain cascaded down his face, making it difficult to recognize

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

back!” roared the tall man, his eyes

he lunged

motion, he clasped the assailant’s wrist with a

chest, forcing him backward with

wasted no time launching a coordinated assault on Tyrone. His reflexes were fast, but the overwhelming odds proved challenging. He couldn’t avoid every blade and soon

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

kick to the assailant who had wounded him. The force of the kick sent the man flying backward, clutching his stomach in agony.

the assailants, his desire to retreat evident in

was only to rough

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