But Ling Chang'an's Critical Hit Three-Strike Axe differed from the Clear Sky Sect's Chaotic Cloak. Its charge-up time was shorter, and after three consecutive strikes, what was terrifying was not merely its power, but also its speed!
It was no exaggeration to say that after Ling Chang'an's three stacked strikes, they could completely rival the eighty-one stacked strikes of the Chaotic Cloak. That was precisely why this axe technique could not be passed down.
Other than a freak like Ling Chang'an, whose physical strength had reached such a terrifying level, who else's body could withstand such an axe technique?
As three white flashes streaked from the axe blade, a full six Red-Eyed Baboons died beneath Ling Chang'an's axe. Their seemingly steel-like bodies were no different from paper before his weapon.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
The remaining baboons pounded their chests and glared at Ling Chang'an ferociously, but not one dared charge at him again. They had brains, and they knew fear.
Seeing them only roaring from afar instead of attacking, Ling Chang'an silently breathed a sigh of relief. He might have looked impressive just now, but after three consecutive bursts of such intensity, his arms were already on the verge of dislocation. If he used Critical Hit Three-Strike Axe once more, his arms would definitely be ruined.
Every time he swung his axe, the power instantly stacked onto his body—especially his arms—by hundreds or even thousands of times. It was strength terrifying beyond measure!
"Who else!" Ling Chang'an stood with his axe held crosswise, staring at the remaining Red-Eyed Baboons as he shouted boldly.
He could not show weakness now. Showing weakness meant he was finished.
"Human, you are merely forcing yourself to hold on. Do you really think I cannot sense it?"
**"Human, you are the first to interest us brothers