The battle instantly entered a white-hot climax.
Fang Cheng was like a fierce tiger charging into a flock of sheep, completely unleashing his limbs.
jab, Swing Punch, Hand Blade, high kick, Low Sweep...
There wasn't the slightest bit of flashy technique, only the purest, most lethal killing skills.
The Ghouls moved as fast as phantoms, thousands of claws interweaving into an airtight web of death.
But in Fang Cheng's eyes, these monsters' pounces were like slow motion, riddled with openings everywhere.
Even though he was deep in encirclement, he still advanced and retreated with ease, moving with perfect control.
A hunched Ghoul sprang up, leaping through the air to pounce down savagely.
Fang Cheng dropped his stance, dodging the razor-sharp claws, then followed through with a vicious upper Hook Punch, blasting from below straight into the monster's jaw.
