The initial shock and hesitation were quickly replaced by a unified fighting spirit.
"In that case..."
Fang Cheng slightly lowered his eyes, murmuring to himself.
At the same time, he leisurely twisted his neck, producing a series of crisp "crackling" sounds from his cervical vertebrae.
Then, he rotated his shoulders, the muscles tensing and bulging, with the shoulder blades shifting against one another, making a clearer and sharper sound.
It resembled the rapid drumbeat before a great battle, each beat resonating with gravity.
With his warm-up complete, Fang Cheng stood tall, his shoulders dropping, showcasing an excellent body posture.
This was a sign of strength surging within him.
Then, a gleam flashed in his eyes, as he looked at the dozen or so enemies in front of him and suddenly raised his voice:
"Then you can all come at me together!"
This shouted command was like a thunderclap exploding above everyone's heads, shaking their eardrums painfully.
