[ Chapter 68 ] [ Mature Content ]
The underground basement was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a few scattered lamps around the room.
In the center of the basement, standing tall and circling around a person, were five figures dressed in black cloth that screamed off a dangerous aura.
Julian scanned his opponents, his fists clenched in his gloves. He remained calm, his face a mask of concentration.
In the next few seconds, the five daunting figures charged at him all at once, their movements a blur of motion. But he was ready for them. He moved with lightning-fast speed, dodging and weaving around each attack.
He struck back with a series of quick jabs and kicks, each one landing with deadly precision.
Julian was like a whirlwind, moving with a fluid grace as he struck at each man in turn.
His opponents fought back with all their might, throwing punches and kicks in a frenzied and skilled assault.