In the black fog, Misha was shouting. Since his legs became disabled, he had been looking for a combat style suitable for him. A wheelchair couldn't replace legs, and it couldn't be as flexible as legs, so he had to change something else.
For example, he would lure his enemies into his circle and let both him and his opponents be trapped in the black fog. This fog was made from special materials, which could condense into thin layers in the air, making it difficult for outsiders to see what was happening inside.
Even for martial arts experts like Feng Cang, it would take time to adapt, but Misha didn't need it. During his earlier training, Misha had always shrouded himself in this darkness, which became his camouflage.
Without a healthy body, he had to find other ways to win.
Just like now, Feng Cang in the black fog couldn't see anything clearly, but Misha had already found his position.
