The battle in Wind City was intense.
Above in the sky, Wu Shang was yelling while drenched in blood, causing mixed feelings of love and anger in the four Rakshasa Monarchs.
Below on the ground, the people of Wind City were crying out in despair, as the formation of twenty-nine warriors was unstoppable.
Yet when Wu Shang, who had boasted of a thousand moves, stubbornly lasted for most of the day, the solemn battlefield finally bred some doubt.
"No, something's not right..."
"Didn't Wu Shang say he could only last a thousand moves? Fine, even if it's ten thousand, but now it's been a million moves, hasn't it?"
"Can he really generate a thousand times his combat power just by relying on his companions' encouragement?"
"This, this Wu Shang is truly terrifying..."
...
The people of Wind City exchanged confused glances, and the four Monarchs in the sky were also bewildered.
"Oh, come on, are you kidding me?"
