My Manor

He punched out with both fists, striking the two men on the nose. He then squatted to dodge their counterattacks and delivered two solid punches to their stomachs. Jumping up, he followed with a knee strike and a whip kick. The two men standing in front collapsed to the ground instantly, completely incapacitated. Upon landing, he kicked one of them in the calf, using the icy surface to knock him down.

Taking a step forward, he grabbed another man, pulled him back, elbowed him, and struck his jaw. Using the man as a shield, he blocked the next wave of attacks. Then, he threw him over his shoulder and faced another opponent. Blocking the man's fist, he got in close, landed an uppercut, grabbed him by the throat, and hurled him into the crowd. As others tried to overpower him, he rushed forward, struck one in the throat with a knife-hand strike, stomped on his feet, and used his military whip for added force. He kicked another man's knees, grabbed his head, and kneed him. Moving swiftly, he avoided one opponent's grasp, bypassed his arm, struck the back of his head with a sharp elbow, and drove his knee into his stomach.

There's a significant difference between knowing martial arts and not.

Before mastering martial arts, Jiang Hai might have been able to handle a dozen unarmed men. However, if they were armed, he would have struggled. After all, even with his peak physical condition, a knife could still pierce his skin.

But now, with his refined techniques, Jiang Hai's confidence soared. While keeping those with switchblades at bay, he quickly dealt with the unarmed ones. Out of the thirteen attackers, four had knives. He took down two of the unarmed men first, leaving seven, whom he swiftly incapacitated. Since these men had brought weapons and trouble upon themselves, Jiang Hai showed no mercy. Though his strikes were controlled, they were far from gentle.

Faces bloodied, noses and facial bones fractured, the injured groaned on the ground. Even blows to other areas were delivered with enough force to break bones, ensuring his opponents couldn't retaliate. After this fight, these men would likely spend at least a month recovering in the hospital.

"Ah… ah… ah…" Those who fell groaned lowly, clutching their wounds. Yet, they didn't scream or curse, merely endured in silence.

"They're tougher than I expected," Jiang Hai muttered softly, straightening his clothes. At this moment, the four men who'd initially been armed began to rise. The entire clash had lasted no more than ten seconds, showcasing Jiang Hai's extraordinary speed.

Now facing just four armed men, Jiang Hai felt more confident. Yet, their weapons posed a threat. Without hesitation, he kicked the switchblade out of one man's hand and stomped on another's wrist, breaking his bones instantly. The man trembled in pain but didn't scream, which unsettled Jiang Hai slightly.

This wasn't the time for hesitation. Jiang Hai kicked the injured man backward, blocking another's path, and moved to disarm another attacker. This man's intent to kill was evident, his switchblade aimed for a lethal stab. Unlike mere slashes that left superficial wounds, stabbing aimed for vital organs, potentially fatal.