The difference between early Xiantian and late Xiantian stages was merely a matter of more powerful strength, speed, and internal energy in the latter.
A late Xiantian stage fighter could essentially crush an early or even mid-Xiantian stage opponent.
Against two opponents, it wasn't effortless, but they could still gain the upper hand.
However, facing three? That was a different story.
After all, one only had two hands. Even if they could handle two, the remaining one could find an opportunity for a sneak attack. How could they fight like that?
Furthermore, being in the office, and worried about endangering Tantai Yue, Leng Qian was clearly struggling, her will stronger than her ability.
Just as Leng Qian was about to succumb, the mercenary who had injured Tantai Yue found an opening. He circled around to Leng Qian's back and, while she was distracted, swung his knife fiercely towards her shoulder.
Leng Qian had just forced back two mercenaries when she suddenly felt a chill behind her. Though she couldn't see, her keen senses told her this blow was unavoidable.
Just as the mercenary's knife was about to land on Leng Qian's shoulder.
In that critical moment, a pen flew from who-knew-where and directly pierced the mercenary's hand holding the Nepal knife.
"Ah!" The mercenary roared in pain.
"Damn it, who is it!"
Qin Xuan burst into the office. In a single breath, he reached Leng Qian, scooped her up, and with a backward leap, positioned himself in front of Tantai Yue.
"Qin Xuan!" Tantai Yue's face lit up upon seeing him.
Qin Xuan set Leng Qian down and asked them both, "Are you two alright?"
Leng Qian examined her wound. Fortunately, it hadn't reached the bone. She shook her head.
Tantai Yue also said, "We're fine. Leng Qian has been protecting me."
Jin Gong cast a glance at Qin Xuan and asked coldly, "Kid, who are you?"
Qin Xuan's expression remained unchanged. He pointed to the woman behind him.
"Her man."
Hearing this, Tantai Yue's heart warmed instantly.
Every woman loved to hear such words.
"You're Qin Xuan?" Jin Gong's expression changed.
Qin Xuan was also a little surprised. How did this person know him? But on second thought, considering the middle-aged man's age, he was likely the Jin Gong Leng Qian had mentioned – Jin Shikai's father. It wasn't strange for him to know of Qin Xuan.
"It's me," Qin Xuan admitted without denial.
"Kid, we were looking for you. Your son's death is also connected to you! I didn't expect you to walk right into our trap. Take this kid down too!"
The three charged directly at Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan let out a cold laugh. He slightly opened his right hand, and an invisible vortex spun in his palm.
As the three men closed to within a meter of Qin Xuan, he unleashed a palm strike.
A fierce gust of wind erupted.
The three were immediately sent flying as if crushed by Mount Tai, crashing against the office wall.
"Pfft!"
All three coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Jin Gong and Leng Qian were both astonished.
"Hua Jin stage!"
Externalization of internal energy!
Only martial artists at the Hua Jin stage could achieve this!
Leng Qian stared with her bright, discerning eyes at the three men falling from the wall, disbelief etched on her face.
This guy had become even stronger than he was two days ago!
If she were to fight the current Qin Xuan.
If she had had a thirty percent chance two days ago, Leng Qian felt she wouldn't even have a ten percent chance now.
"Want to try again?" Qin Xuan retracted his hand, clasped it behind his back, and asked indifferently.
The three mercenaries swallowed hard, a trace of fear creeping in.
Hua Jin stage!
They were as insignificant as ants to someone at that level.
The Xiantian stage and the Hua Jin stage represented a vast divide.
With the externalization of internal energy in the Hua Jin stage, during combat, palm winds, fist winds, could kill you before you even got close.
Jin Gong also hadn't expected this brat to be a Hua Jin stage martial artist.
Damn it, that bastard Li Shengtian never mentioned it, causing me to suffer such a heavy loss.