Yun Yang allowed instinct to take over, acting out whatever his mind could envision, even before he could think it through.
The saber light glowed, encircling the seven to eight people that faced him. The assassins felt the pressure mounting on them but they could only exert more force and pushed forward. The courageous one would always win, should the two meet in a narrow alley. Since Yun Yang was giving his all, he was playing right into their hands.
In spite of it, what happened next shocked the assassins. Had the fellow achieved terminal lucidity? He was actually gaining more strength, his saber strikes were gaining strength, each blow harder than the last.
It was ruinous. The assassins could only keep going while groaning inwardly, hoping that the man's sudden burst of energy would pass quickly.