Ye Tian rushed in, not to fight, but to break up the fight.
How could Xiao Jian fight like that? It's just a brawl, not a battlefield duel; why use all moves targeting people's bodies? Play a little Grapple Sanda, sure, but why go straight for the throat?
On one hand, Xiao Jian was hitting people, and on the other, Ye Tian countered every move. If Xiao Jian kept this up, not one of these guys would survive unscathed. The more the fight went on, the more shocked Ye Tian felt. He originally thought this guy was just a gentle scholar, but watching his drunken fist, he really had the air of a master, probably a trained one.
"Fuck your mother... ah!"
"I'll fight you... ugh!"
"Let's gang up... ah, my hand!"
Screams erupted one after another. Ye Tian counted quietly; fewer than three people managed to utter a complete threat, mostly just things like "Fuck!" "Fight!"—short tirades of two or three words.
