The Guardian's Sword

Chapter 490

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Chapter 490 With a cold look in his eyes, Sean released the brakes of his wheelchair and propelled the

wheel rim backward.

Bang!

The wheelchair went so fast that it ran straight into a young man’s leg.

The young man felt pain in his leg and wobbled slightly, almost losing his balance. Sean suddenly

reached out and grasped the steel pipe in the young man’s hands. Then he snatched it.

The whole process was so smooth. Before the young man even realized it, Sean had taken his weapon

from him.

Swoosh!

The next moment, Sean swung the steel pipe and headed for the front

He was so fast that it even caused a rustling sound.

“Bang! Clang! Clang! Bang!” Steel pipes collided with each other, making the clattering sound of metal.

There were even two sparks flying from the force of the impact.

There was a continual clattering as if iron bars were being hammered on banisters.

“Hsss! My hand…”

The next moment, the twenty or so young men stepped back in surprise.

Even the tattooed young man also had tremors in his palm and tingles in the space between his

forefinger and thumb.

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He just felt like he had hit a solid steel plate in his collision with Sean.

The impactful bounce from the steel pipe made him feel severe pain in the space between his

forefinger and thumb so much that the steel pipe almost fell.

The others were equally uncomfortable, clutching their wrists and turning pale. Everyone looked at

Sean with shock on their faces. Sean played with the steel pipe in his hand, looking very calm. He was

so calm that it looked as if he had not been affected at all. He had resisted twenty men all by himself.

However, he did not suffer a single injury but fended off more than twenty people with one move.

How terrifying he must that be? How fast he must be to be able to counter more than twenty people in

an instant? No one was able to see what Sean had done earlier

By the time they came back to themselves, the twenty or so people who attacked Sean had already

been knocked back “F*ck you.”

The tattooed young man gritted his teeth. He wanted to curse Sean but was at a loss. They

outnumbered Sean a dozen times and were all able-bodied. They should have been able to easily beat

him to the ground and make him beg for mercy. However, what happened caught them all by surprise.

“F*ck! Keep fighting!” The tattooed young man gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and ordered again.

Swoosh!

The more than two dozen men rushed toward Sean again,

Bang! Clang!

Sean’s expression remained unchanged as he held the steel pipe and fended off whoever came

He blocked off all attacks.

This time, Sean’s eyes were cold as he looked for the right opportunity to hit those young men’s

bodies.

After another scuffle, another dozen people out of the twenty or so young men lay down again.

“Gosh!”

The girl in the car was shocked.

She could not believe what she was seeing

She could not believe how tough a cripple she thought needed help getting into a car could be

Even the driver could not believe his eyes.

However, whether they believed it or not, the truth lay in front of them.

More than half of the thirty or so people, who were originally sneering with malice, had been knocked

onto the ground.

The remaining seven or eight men stood in the same place with steel pipes in their hands. They were

at a loss.

The tattooed young man yelled.

He clenched his teeth, feeling greatly helpless.

He thought he could easily knock Sean to the ground because Sean was a cripple.

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However, none of them even managed to lay a hand on Sean when there were more than thirty of

them.

Instead, Sean knocked them onto the floor one by one. Victory was like a mirage in the desert. It

seemed like it was within reach, but you still failed to touch it after climbing over hill after hill.

“Come on. Go on.”

Sean took the steel pipe and tapped it on his wheelchair’s wheel rims.

His eyes were full of defiance.

“Did you f*cking cheat?”

The tattooed young man gritted his teeth and swore at Sean.

“I used to be invincible in battle. Who do you think you are?”

Sean slowly turned the wheels and moved toward the remaining group.

Thud thud.

The tattooed young man and the remaining seven or eight others subconsciously took several steps

back.

Fear could not help but show in their eyes.

It meant that they were scared.

“What the matter? Are you scared now?

“Given the chance, you’re still useless.” Sean shook his head slowly with deep disdain in his eyes.

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