The gang raised their blades, eager to impress Xavi: “Talking back to Mr. Xavi, huh? Think you’re some high and mighty martial artist? You’re going to end up chopped into pieces.”
“You’re going to regret this, punk. Soon enough, you’ll be begging for mercy.” they snarled, each one tightening their grip on their blades, ready to lunge.
Xavi crossed his arms smugly, watching his men swarm Alexander like a tidal wave. He was certain Alexander would soon be at his feet. He began to imagine how he would humiliate this poor fool afterward. Make him kneel and beg, maybe spit on him and stomp on his face a few times for good measure.
Just as Xavi was lost in his imagination, Alexander launched himself into the middle of the thugs, his hands sweeping through the air in Phantom Path, creating the
