Mottled moonlight and a bleak, chilling wind washed over the scene as more than a hundred people instantly swamped the thirty-odd men on Ning Jie's side.
Monk still had some genuine combat skills. The iron pipes and pickaxe handles crashing against his body produced dull, thudding sounds, yet he acted as though nothing had happened. Like a humanoid beast, almost no one could withstand him for even a single exchange.
The reason a powerhouse is a powerhouse is not merely ruthlessness in striking, but rather a distinct and formidable set of skills.
Chapter 104