CHAPTER 177

At once, eight people stood up and surrounded Elliott. These people emitted a kind of aura that ordinary people did not possess, clearly a group of martial artists. They each drew a short knife from their bodies and attacked Elliott without hesitation.

"Mr. Elliott, be careful!" reminded him.

"Heh!"

Elliott sneered. "Just a bunch of nobodies, no need to panic!" Elliott flipped his palm and gathered internal energy in his palm.

Buzz!

Elliott slapped out his palm, producing a dull sound in the air. The first person who charged forward had his knife knocked away by Elliot's palm. The short knife that fell to the ground was shattered into pieces of iron.

"What the hell!"

"A short knife made of wrought iron was shattered by a palm strike?"

"What kind of skill is this?" Not only could the bosses of the Chamber of Commerce not understand it, but even these henchmen of Suston were baffled. As martial artists, they had never seen such a level of skill. Suston, who was knocked aw