The few people showed a look of horror on their faces, because even though they were within arm's reach, they couldn't see Jiang Chuan at all.
All they could see was the constantly flashing windmill, a visual effect created by Jiang Chuan's legs swinging to the extreme.
These people were dumbfounded. If they couldn't even see, how could they fight?
"Xueyan, watch closely! These legs emphasize twisting like a whirlwind, and dancing like a raging dragon. A dragon dances across the nine heavens, riding the wind upwards!"
Jiang Shan chanted, and as his legs swung, his toes tapped lightly on the foreheads of those people.
They felt as if they had been hit hard by an iron hammer, and fell to the ground with a thud, foaming at the mouth, unconscious.
Jiang Chuan retracted his legs and stood steadily, then smiled slightly.
Next to him, Liu Xueyan was stunned. It wasn't until Jiang Chuan stopped that she finally came to her senses and hurriedly applauded.
