The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Don clenched his hands into fists, and the sound of bones crackling rang.
Don's old eyes filled with fury.
He stared at Sean and said coldly, "You'll regret being arrogant!" After saying that, Don punched at Sean.
Sean disdainfully chuckled and replied, "Regret? You're not qualified to make me regret anything." Sean calmly raised his right
hand and grabbed Don's fist.
It was a ridiculous sight.
Don attacked first, but he seemed to have sent his fist into Sean's hand.
Don looked like he was sending himself into Sean's trap, and the crowd watching the battle was confused.
They thought, 'You don't have to purposely put on a show, do you?' Everyone in the room knew Don would never put on a show
for Sean.
There was only one thing that could explain it-Sean was much stronger than Don.
Crack! Crack! Sean smiled as he clenched Don's fist harder, and there was the sound of bones creaking.
There was a hint of panic on Don's wrinkly face.
Don's whole body was trembling, probably from the sharp pain of his fist being squeezed by Sean.
Crack! There was a harsh crack moments later.
The crowd focusing on Sean and Don's battle tensed up when they heard the bone-cracking sound.
Sean loosened his grip, and Don backed away immediately.
However, Don's fist was already twisted and deformed.
Even his bones were shattered and had broken through the skin, leaving it exposed.
Everyone gasped at the sight of it.
It would take a terrifying force to crush a man's fist like this.

Besides, Don was not an ordinary man.
How could Don be ordinary when the Lake family in Janestown sent him to protect their second heir? Don distanced himself from
Sean.
His experienced eyes looked at Sean with a hint of fear.
"W-Who the hell are you? Why does Ocean City have a strong man like you? " Don stared at Sean, his voice trembling.
Sean raised his eyebrows and answered with a smile, “If you survive today, you'll soon find out who I am." His figure flickered
after saying that.
When he reappeared, he was already in front of Don.
"If you have a next life, remember not to be the Lake family's lackey, let alone go against me," Sean said, looking
condescendingly at the old man before him.
Don's heart pounded as a great crisis enveloped him instantly.
Not daring to hesitate, Don stepped backward, trying to open the distance between Sean and him.
He was fast, but Sean was faster than him.
Before Don could take a few steps back, Sean's hand, which had just crushed Don's fist, was already on Don's neck.