Chapter 496

Chapter 496:

Ashton chuckled nervously, his voice thick with irony. “Well, you’ve certainly rolled out the red carpet. I’m almost flattered,” he quipped.

But his humor was met with nothing but silence.

The masked attackers moved like a deadly tide, their faces emotionless behind the eerie white masks, making them seem more like vengeful spirits than humans.

Ashton steeled himself, his muscles tensing as the reality of the situation sank in. His senses sharpened, his heart racing. This was going to be a brutal battle, and Ashton knew he had no choice but to face it head-on.

If an ordinary person had faced such an unsettling atmosphere and daunting numbers, they would likely have crumbled, pleading for mercy. But Ashton was not one to falter. He understood all too well that showing weakness or begging for mercy in this scenario would lead to a dead end.

The masked figures had encircled him but hesitated to act, seemingly eager to see him break down in terror. Indeed, a defenseless individual had no chance against dozens of trained fighters armed with weapons, much less a chance of escaping with their life.

However, their overconfidence provided Ashton with a rare opportunity—his only chance. Just as the group anticipated his capitulation, Ashton defied their expectations and launched a surprise attack.

His objective was clear: he rushed toward the nearest masked adversary who brandished an iron pipe. Taken by surprise, the assailant instinctively swung at Ashton’s head. Foreseeing this, Ashton used his phone—initially a makeshift torch—to strike down hard on the man’s hand.

The phone broke upon impact, forcing the masked man to wince in pain and loosen his grip, allowing Ashton to swiftly take the iron pipe from him. In the cramped confines of the sewer, this weapon, perfect for close-quarters combat, became a formidable asset in Ashton’s hands.

Securing the weapon, Ashton dashed down a path, striking down foes to prevent being cornered at the intersection. In this life-or-death encounter, Ashton showed relentless resolve. With precise and forceful swings, he targeted the weak spots of his adversaries.

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None had anticipated that Ashton, when faced with overwhelming odds, would summon the courage to counterattack. Their astonishment threw them off balance, and the sound of their pained screams resonated through the sewer, some even tumbling into the murky depths below.

In under a minute, Ashton had routed a dozen attackers along the path with his rapid, precise strikes.

His resolve only strengthened after dispatching that group. He discarded the now-warped iron pipe and picked up another steel rod from the ground, ready to continue his onslaught.

The masked figures, once confident due to their superior numbers, were now in utter disarray. Typically, even a seasoned fighter would tire after taking down several opponents, but Ashton seemed to gain momentum, moving quicker than ever. He fought like a fierce predator, single-handedly challenging a mob, resembling a ravenous wolf amidst a flock of sheep.

The masked assailants, thrown into chaos, found their numerical advantage a liability in the dark, cramped confines of the sewer. Ashton moved like a phantom, deftly dodging their attacks, which often struck their own comrades instead, leaving him untouched.

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