Murong watched in agitation—Weichi Feihong was completely wasting his body!
Such powerful strength, such formidable wind energy—if he had been the one to utilize it, he would definitely not have been so crude. That Fei fellow was indeed strong, but as a Magician suddenly managing to master such a robust physique, the coordination in battle could not be adapted to in a short amount of time. Being able to use even a tenth of his body's abilities would already qualify as a genius.
As long as he didn't go head-to-head, using the wind energy for small-scale dodging would not only fend off the opponent but also buy plenty of time.
However, what Weichi chose was rapid assault!
In Murong's view, that was the most foolish tactic. Even if the Fei's last name fellow was inexperienced in controlling his own body, the inherent strength of the body was still there. It wasn't something that could be killed just because one wished to.
His ambitions were too great...
