Chương 130: Chapter 90: Fierce Battle

"Fucking psycho!"

Looking at the black-robed monk whose pupils were as scattered as those of a dead man, Yang Ge felt somewhat intimidated—a common fear of madmen.

But the next moment, he gritted his teeth and, with a leaping move called "Sweeping the Remnants of the Wind," dashed forward like a fleeting shadow.

In an instant, seven or eight fierce leg strikes whirled up a storm of blade energy from vastly different angles, all bombarding the black-robed monk at once.

To the onlookers, it appeared as though seven or eight people were surrounding the monk, kicking and slashing wildly with knives.

Chaotic Wind Leg was an extremely swift and fierce style of legwork, and now, driven by True Qi, it was even more powerful, like a tiger with added wings.

Of course, this style, which solely focused on "momentum," seemed somewhat insufficient in a fight among those at the True Essence level.

But as a means of movement and feinting alone,

Chaotic Wind Leg was more than enough!