In an instant, Xia Nan had already formulated a preliminary battle plan in his mind.
He was going to split the 1v2 into two 1v1s.
[0.7 seconds]
A sharp glance swept over.
The fierce-looking man with a crew cut on the left held an Iron Sword, his expression focused, movements swift—at a glance, it was clear he was experienced;
While the man on the right, although more burly, moved noticeably a half beat slower, his face flushed ruddy, and was clumsily holding a heavy two-handed hammer.
Target locked on.
[1 second]
The sword tip slightly raised, the hilt in his palm was ice-cold and calming to the touch.
Xia Nan stepped forward for his first move.
Facing two opponents alone, and both wielding deadly weapons capable of a one-hit kill.
He had to take out the first enemy in the shortest possible time.
Three more steps and forward he marched.
The distance between him and the clumsy man was instantly shortened.
The iron-gray sword blade flickered at the corner of his eye.
