Gu Zichen intuitively nodded and approached the ten natives.
One of them seemed to be the leader, his dismissive gaze fell on Gu Zichen. Although Gu Zichen was taller than they were, he didn't appear as robust, so the look in their eyes was one of disdain; the leader casually called forward a Warrior.
The contempt in their expressions was evident.
Everyone made space.
Without wasting any time, Gu Zichen took a sudden step forward, foot raised.
The native was caught off guard and was flipped over onto the ground by Gu Zichen's kick, lying there suddenly motionless.
All onlookers were dumbstruck.
The leader called several others, one by one, to face him.
The locals here were truly slow on the uptake—they didn't team up for a group attack, only fighting one-on-one.
One by one, Gu Zichen dispatched them with efficiency and precision.
