He fought his way through the crowd in a matter of moments.
Their formation collapsed instantly. As they turned to give chase, Fang Shuwen suddenly planted his feet, sank into a low stance, and his fists shot out like spears!
BANG BANG BANG, BANG BANG BANG!!!
The fierce wind from his punches was like a volley of divine spears. Each strike was a lunging dragon, its power focused to a single point.
The wind from his fists moved too fast to be seen, striking at his opponents' heads and blowing them clean off.
After a sudden offensive, as swift as the wind and as dense as rain, dozens of headless corpses were left permanently strewn across the ground.
Before the others could encircle him, Fang Shuwen was in motion, skirmishing along the edge of the crowd.
He had deliberately chosen this clearing to give himself room to maneuver, so why would he leave it so readily?
