The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor
Chapter 580

The bald man was extraordinarily fast. Of course, it was only natural that a person who specialized in training bodyguards possessed such uncommon ability.

He felt that he had to teach Fane a lesson, especially after disrespecting him in such a deplorable manner.

It did not help that they had many onlookers who saw Fane disrespecting him.

"Hmph!" came the sound of indignance as h e aimed for Fane with his tiger claw-style palms.

The bald man never saw it coming: Fane merely sidestepped to the left and, just like that, avoided the man's attack. The bald man was taken aback.

"Impossible!" The bald man was surprised a s his eyes widened like saucers. He quickly had the impression that he must have had a miscalculation. It was practically an ambush, and a rather fast attack at that. How did he avoid it without even turning back?

Just as he was surprised about it, Fane walked two steps forward away from him with his hands behind his back. It was as if he did not see the bald man and his steps were leisure.

Two bodyguards stood at the other side of the room, personally trained by the bald man himself. Their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when they saw it happening. "How was that possible?" They had to be hallucinating. How could their instructor fail to catch a man who had his back turned to him?

The bald man's face darkened when he heard the exclaim from his disciples. He took two steps forward to catch up to Fane. This time, he shaped both hands in a clawlike manner and aimed for Fane. However, Fane sidestepped to the right when he swung his left palm, and Fane would sidestep to the left when the bald man swung his right hand.

Aghast, he decided to swing both hands onto Fane

Just as he was ready to rush forward, Fane suddenly fell backward.

Thump!

Not only did the bald man miss, but Fane pulled an even better surprise attack by slamming his head against the bald man's stomach!

One of Fane's legs was planted on the ground-though bent to a certain degreewhile the other was raised and stretched out straight. Fane spectacularly kept his balance, and it was as though he was just a s balanced as the ground. This nifty move he pulled seemed utterly flawless, though not many people could do this.

There was a dull sound that followed after Fane slammed his head against the man's stomach. The force of Fane's attack sent the man staggering a few steps backward before he could stabilize himself. "This can't be. There's no way you can stand against me!" The bald man saw red like never before. At that point, their scuffle attracted more onlookers, even from those who queued for the interview. Understandably, this made him feel diffident.

As he let out an enraged roar, he clasped his hands together into a huge fist like a large hammer and leaped into the air. He jumped a few meters high and dropped toward Fane, anger overwhelming his being

"I suppose you haven't had your fill, huh?" Fane was miffed with this man's incessant attacks. If he was a no-nonsense kind of person while he was attacked, this bald man would have been a goner in just a few seconds. Had Fane been an assistant commander-equivalent, the man would have died still.

Fane was well aware that those who ran a personal security company were backed by people of great power.

He was well aware that if he was killed, it would not be a big deal.

Fane balled his fist tightly, and the energy he used this time was almost two times more than the energy he used previously. Slam!