Violent Butcher's aura changed the instant the battle began. He was as ferocious as a lion, his killing intent surged like a tide, and his imposing presence was astonishing. In this regard alone, he was far more seasoned than Crescent Moon Like a Knife. Ye Luo's expression turned solemn as he stepped forward to meet him. Their battle was about to erupt.
Only after truly fighting Violent Butcher did Ye Luo realize just how berserk his attacks were. His two battle axes were like twin mountains, blotting out the sky as they came crashing down, as though he intended to smash apart anything that stood in his way with sheer force. He carried the supreme momentum of one who would slay Buddha if Buddha stood in his way, and slay demons if demons blocked him.
Heavy as mountains, violent as fire, and fierce as a lion—this was the perfect portrayal of Violent Butcher.
Yet faced with such overwhelming force, Ye Luo remained calm and unhurried. His footwork moved beneath him, swift as a fleeting glimpse of a startled swan, while his longsword flashed with the agility of a dragon emerging from the abyss. He weaved through the battlefield as though taking a leisurely stroll.
If Violent Butcher's attacks were heavy as mountains, then Ye Luo's footwork was like flowing water. What could an attack weighing ten thousand tons do to water? Did one not see the breeze brush over mountain ridges and the bright moon shine upon the great river?
If Violent Butcher's attacks were violent as fire, then Ye Luo's responses were like frost. Even blazing lava would lose its heat under the ceaseless fall of frost and turn into cold stone.
If Violent Butcher's attacks were as fierce as a mad lion's, then Ye Luo was like a