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They exchanged no words, launching directly into a brutal attack, sparing no pleasantries.

Lin Yifan was furious. Initially, he didn't want to engage in a fight, but since these people were courting death, he was left with no choice but to oblige them.

So, he clenched his patrol stick, first dodging with a swift movement, then counterattacking from behind, knocking down a security guard.

Shortly thereafter, he went head-to-head with another guard, knocking the weapon from the guard's hands with one strike, throwing him into disarray.

A weaponless guard, lacking any significant fighting skills, could only be treated as a punching bag, brutally beaten.

"Bang bang!"

After merely two strikes, this security guard lost his ability to fight, howling on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, only the last stick-wielding guard remained.

This guard, the most muscular of the four, could easily have been a muscle model.

With two brothers down and another trembling in fear, as the eldest, he had to do something or lose face entirely.

Thus, he stripped off his shirt, revealing his muscular torso.

This was a show of force, signaling his determination to fight to the bitter end.

Watching this, Lin Yifan smirked disdainfully, his expression one of utter contempt.

If such a display could intimidate him, he wouldn't be worthy of the nickname War Leopard, a name that inspired fear in his enemies on the battlefield.

The muscled guard furrowed his brow; usually, when someone saw his physique, they would either beg for mercy or retreat in fear. However, Lin Yifan remained unruffled and unaffected, seemingly unafraid.

Why was this? Was he really that arrogant?

Angered, the guard's chest muscles heaved as he exhaled roars of fury.

"Kid, today I will make you kneel and call me 'master'!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a chilling aura swept around him, accompanied by a figure full of rage rushing forward.

The final guard sprang into action, brandishing his patrol stick and bellowing, swearing to knock Lin Yifan to the ground.

"Hmph!"

Lin Yifan's lips curled up once again in a sneer.

Though the opponent was muscular, he was just a brute. With nimble movements, victory could be easily secured.

However, Lin Yifan, known as the 'Little Superman,' wasn't interested in winning that way.

He wanted his opponent to feel fear, to understand what real power was.

Thus, he gripped his patrol stick firmly, calmly waiting for his opponent to make a move.

The burly guard, carrying a tremendous force, soon confronted Lin Yifan. At that moment, he roared and fiercely swung his heavy patrol stick.

It was then that Lin Yifan made his move. He swung his own patrol stick, clashing it with the muscled guard's incoming blow. Without any hesitation or dodging, he met the attack head-on.

"Bang!"

After the two robust patrol sticks collided, both attackers felt their arms go numb.

This was the result of the clash of force; neither could avoid it.

The burly guard was taken aback. In terms of physique, he was much more robust than Lin Yifan, yet he couldn't defeat him, which was bewildering.

However, this was just the beginning.

Just because he could withstand the first blow didn't mean he could withstand subsequent attacks; therefore, he needed to keep attacking.

Only by fighting to the end could the winner be determined.

Thus, he once again gathered all his strength and continued to strike Lin Yifan with his patrol stick.

Lin Yifan didn't just sit back and take it; he, too, exerted all his strength, fighting the muscular guard head-on.

"Bang bang bang!"

Each clash was full of rage and defiance; neither was willing to submit. This was no longer just a job for them, but a battle for personal honor.

Lin Yifan's right hand throbbed with protruding veins, his power thunderous; the muscles he usually concealed were now in full display, matching those of the muscular guard.

The muscular guard was shocked and couldn't calm down for a long time. He hadn't expected Lin Yifan to also be muscular, as it wasn't apparent normally.

Lin Yifan's right hand was incredibly powerful, and seemed even firmer than his.

Naturally, this was expected; a piece of steel tempered a thousand times was definitely much harder than a piece not often tempered.

Lin Yifan's confidence stemmed from this fact.

A man who only worked out in the gym or who only gained muscle through protein supplements couldn't possibly defeat a seasoned warrior. Each of his muscles had been forged through harsh battlefield conditions, embedded deep in his bones, unbreakable.

Under successive, forceful impacts, the muscular guard's facial expression suddenly contorted, clearly in great discomfort.

He couldn't take it anymore; Lin Yifan's attack was too fierce for him to handle at this stage; thus, he began to consider retreating.

However, Lin Yifan hadn't shown any signs of letting up, forcing him to endure to the end.

"Bang bang bang!"

After dozens of consecutive collisions, the sturdy patrol sticks were bent out of shape, like uninterested caterpillars.

The guard facing Lin Yifan felt his arm, which held the patrol stick, grow numb, as if it no longer belonged to him.

Beyond that, he felt his bones about to break. Continuing this head-on conflict with Lin Yifan might lead to comminuted fractures or lifelong disability.

Yet, he had no room for retreat now; it was either defeat the opponent or be defeated.

"Bang bang!"

After enduring two more brutal clashes, he could no longer hold onto the patrol stick, which was knocked away by Lin Yifan's strike.

Weaponless, he was at a disadvantage; seeing Lin Yifan's heavy stick about to strike down, he had no choice but to close his eyes and inwardly sigh.

Ultimately, he was defeated; he was no match for Lin Yifan, truly.