His strikes were vicious and lethal, aiming for the kill with every move.
Even in such a fierce battle, his hands and his mouth wouldn't stop, he cursed while killing, and killed while cursing.
The venom in his words and richness in his insults, the beauty and variety of his trash-talk, infuriated the encircling enemy soldiers, causing their faces to turn beet-red with eyes shooting flames.
It was incomprehensible, how could someone with such a venomous tongue survive to such an age.
In the midst of a battle so critical and risky, how could he still find the spare time to shoot his mouth off, without losing focus?
And as he so effectively drew their ire, naturally more and more enemy troops surrounded Fei Xinyu's position, closing in tighter and tighter.
Consequently, Fei Xinyu's ultimate move was finally about to be unleashed; he was striking to affect a swath of enemies, strike after strike...
