Wei'a moved like the wind, his figure almost impossible to follow with the naked eye. Wherever he passed, the crisp cracks of shattering bones rang out like a rapid string of musical notes. The Uncard Flow practitioners along his path flew away like sandbags, as though a Shuttlecraft had slammed straight into them!
There was no better way to describe it than a headlong rampage.
Viewed from above, Wei'a's route would have been a perfectly straight line!
From where he started to Chen Mu's position, he took the shortest, straightest route. He did not need to consider how many enemies there were, how treacherous the terrain was, whether to take a detour, or whether to feint east and strike west, because he was Wei'a!
The strongest Uncard Flow practitioner in the world, without exception.
Even supreme experts like Su and Yangshan Fei could only gaze at him with yearning.
Yangshan Fei, that battle maniac, was already boiling with excitement. His eyes were blood-red, and an electric net enveloped his entire body, making him look like the legendary god of thunder! The raging lightning obeyed his hands utterly, allowing him to knead it into any shape he pleased. Every Uncard Flow practitioner he struck became a charred corpse.
Even amid such a chaotic melee, Su remained elegant and composed. Halos of ten different colors shimmered around his ten fingers, and his slender fingers danced through the air like flowing clouds and running water, as though transparent piano keys lay beneath them. Unlike Wei'a's clean, brutal fighting style or Yangshan Fei's thunder god fury, his elegance bore not the slightest trace of worldly violence. Even the enemies he killed looked as though they were sleeping peacefully, without a wound on their bodies.
Little Bu Mo had inherited his fighting style from Wei'a: