The Guardian's Sword

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Shirley fumed.

Lisha was also slightly afraid but was instantly reassured after glancing at Sean, who was next to her.

The two brawny men had already rushed up with steel pipes.

"It's too late for you to run!"

"We're only doing our jobs. Don't blame us, punk!"

As soon as the two brawny men said this, they swung the shiny steel pipes onto Sean's forehead. However, a dark

shadow flickered in front of Sean, and the two brawny men flew backward together. They flew for several meters

before landing with a thump.

Before they had risen from the ground, bright red blood spilled from the corners of the two brawny men's mouths.

"Doing your jobs? Who do you think you are?" Sean said bluntly.

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The surroundings fell silent instantly.

The gang of thugs fighting not far away stopped and looked over blankly. Timaeus stopped and stepped back,

looking in shock.

Shirley was shocked the most!

She was taunting Sean earlier, saying that he could not protect women. However, she was proven otherwise in the

blink of an eye. She could not help feeling shocked and embarrassed.

"It turns out you're quite good..." Timaeus said joyfully, looking at Sean.

The yellow-haired leader snapped suddenly. "Forget the old-timer! Handle Sean first!"

With that, all the hooligans rushed toward Sean.

Shirley quickly pulled Lisha back, and Timaeus walked forward.

"Grandpa, are you alright?" Shirley asked with concern.

Who would have thought that the frail old man, who needed help to walk, could fight a dozen armed youths for so

long without getting hurt?

"Don't worry. I'm fine. It's just overexertion..." Timaeus said as he looked over at Sean.

Sean was now surrounded by a dozen hooligans, and bright steel pipes aimed at his face.

The yellow-haired leader even stabbed at Sean in the chest with a switchblade. However, the blade glimmered like

spider webs at that moment.

The next moment, all the steel pipes shattered and fell onto the ground. Even the switchblade that the yellow-

haired leader was holding had broken into three pieces!

What sword technique is this?

Seeing the scene, Timaeus' eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost. On the other hand, Shirley was speechless with

shock.

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The gang of hooligans were also stunned as they froze. They could not step forward or backward. No one dared to

move even if half a minute had passed.

However, Sean maintained the posture of drawing his sword, and the Guardian Sword was still in its sheath as if it

had never been pulled out.

"Go on..." Sean smiled coldly.

Sean was no stranger to hooligans.

Such people liked to act tough-fiercer than wolves when facing the weak. However, when facing a genuine master,

they were scared to fight, and each became as quiet as a sheep.

The yellow-haired leader gritted his teeth and bellowed, "Boys, let's do it together! There's no way we can't kill

them when there are so many of us!"

The yellow-haired leader took the lead by pouncing on Sean once he finished speaking.

He swung his fist and slammed it into Sean's cheek like he was determined to knock Sean's nose out of place.

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