These two were obviously killers and very experienced fighters, attacking from the left and right, from above and below.
However, in Liang Yuan's eyes, all of this was too slow.
Liang Yuan's spiritual power, reaching as high as 7.7, operated at nearly seven times the thinking speed of an ordinary person.
To Liang Yuan, their movements, footsteps, even their breathing, seemed to be seven times slower!
Whoosh——!
Liang Yuan moved, and in an instant, the sound of breaking through the air rang out.
Boom——!
Swish!
In the span of two odd sounds, no one even saw Liang Yuan's move, only to find he had already passed through the two men.
The two stumbled like wooden statues, and suddenly, someone with sharp eyes saw that the man on the left had his head pierced by a steel crowbar.
The man on the right had no visible wounds on his body.
Both of them collapsed to the ground at almost the same moment.
Liang Yuan didn't even look back. He turned to Chen Hong: "Your turn."
