"Courting death!"
As a multitude of legs kicked towards him, Xiao Yi's eyes showed a trace of disdain, and his stance was as if nailed to the spot, showing no intention to dodge. It wasn't until the crowd's kicks were about to land on him that he suddenly leaped, letting out a cold snort, his own leg lashing out like lightning in a sweeping circle toward the direction of the attacking legs.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"...!"
Accompanied by several crisp sounds of bone colliding directly, those kicking felt as though they had struck solid steel; their legs seemed to snap instantly as they clutched them and fell to the ground, screaming in agony.
"Guo!"
"Huang!"
"Ayi!"
"..."
