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.

a crimson line. Fuelled by adrenaline, he swiftly retaliated

stood in a vigilant stance against the wall. Rain cascaded down his face, making it difficult to recognize any of the men before

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

roared the tall man, his eyes ablaze

he

the assailant’s wrist with a vice grip, gaining control over the

the man’s chest, forcing him backward with a sharp gasp of

five men 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

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

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 his stomach in agony. A guttural sound escaped the man’s lips

urged one of the assailants, his

only to

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