"Fucking lunatic!"
Looking at the black-robed monk, whose pupils were as unfocused as a dead man's, Yang Ge felt a little unnerved-the kind of unease any normal person felt around a lunatic.
But in the next instant, he gritted his teeth and lunged forward with Wind Sweeps Away the Clouds, becoming a blur as he charged.
In a flash, seven or eight ferocious bursts of kicking force swept up a skyful of Blade Qi and hammered at the black-robed monk from entirely different angles.
To the onlookers, it looked as though seven or eight people were surrounding the black-robed monk, kicking him in a circle while wildly hacking away with sabers.
Wild Wind Leg was already a swift, vicious kicking art. Now, driven by true qi, it was like a tiger given wings.
Of course, this Qi Sea kicking art, which went no further than "momentum," was somewhat lacking in offensive power in a fight between Return to the True Realm fighters.
But if it was used only for movement and feints...
Wild Wind Leg was more than enough!
And fortunately, Yang Ge's meridians were tougher and more open than those of an ordinary Return to the True Realm fighter, more than capable of supporting two martial arts at once!
The black-robed monk could not keep up with the rhythm of Yang Ge's attacks.
But he did not seem to need to.
He planted himself in a solid horse stance and swung his bronze-skinned, iron-boned fists, punching aside the steel saber hidden amid the waves of kicking force and Blade Qi.
As for those seemingly flashy blasts of kicking force and Blade Qi that actually gouged holes in the flagstones, he did not spare them a glance. He let them strike his body and tear his monk's robe into a