Summon Of The Sword novel Chapter 1742

When the other hooligans saw this, they all pounced on Sean. However, there was a ding at that moment.

There were suddenly dazzling rays bursting around Sean's body, and intense malice exuded from it. Red blood flew into the air, and the hooligans around Sean fell to the ground, crying incessantly.

Sean's sword was so quick.

Forget about Shirley and Lisha. Even Timaeus, the old man skilled in Dragon Kingdom's martial arts, could not capture with naked eyes how Sean had struck his sword!

"What sword technique is this? It's amazing!" Timaeus said in shock.

Sean did not kill the hooligans. He only wounded them with his sword.

In the blink of an eye, he had drawn his sword 13 times, stabbing each of the 13 hooligans around him. Though the sword strike wounded them and knocked them onto the ground, none died.

Looking at the hooligans crying on the floor, Sean felt a deep sense of disdain.

How dare these people charge people money for killing?

How ignorant!

"Who sent you?" Sean asked.

The hooligans on the ground cried incessantly, but no one answered.

"I'll kill you if you don't tell me!" Sean stomped hard on the yellow-haired leader's wrist as soon as he finished speaking.

There was a crackling sound, and the yellow-haired leader screamed agonizingly, Sean crushed his wrist.

It was no ordinary fracture. Sean's foot had probably crushed his wrist, turning it into dust. It would not break to pieces so thoroughly, even if it was a medically comminuted fracture!

The yellow-haired leader had lost his hand!