The First King grabbed Baja by the neck and exerted force with one hand. With a crack, Baja spat blood.
With a bang, the First King hurled Baja several meters away, smashing him into a huge crater. Then the First King leaped into the air, the battered greatsword in his hand covered in fiery patterns, and stabbed toward Baja.
Baja was completely unable to move. A surge of energy had invaded his body, severing his connection with the surrounding space and preventing him from traversing space.
I'll die if I take this sword!
Just as Baja realized this, the greatsword stabbed down, and a battle-axe wreathed in cold air swung over.
Boom!
Like comets colliding, two types of Source Power clashed at that moment. The First King retreated six or seven steps before stopping. His hunched upper body was not a weakness; this physique was even more suited to his Mad King swordsmanship.
The First King's fighting style was not elegant, nor did he possess a king's dignity. But this inelegant fighting style was not something to mock. Anyone with conviction was like this. To defend the source, the First King did not care how ugly his fighting stance became.
A' Mu did not retreat, but that did not mean he was unhurt. The arm holding the Dragonheart Axe was shattered like porcelain. If he had not frozen that arm, it would already have broken apart.
The moment the First King stopped retreating, the sound of something tearing through the air came from behind him.
'Blade Dao Saber—Extreme.'
Splat~
Black-red blood sprayed out. There was clearly not much blood in the First King's body, but a slash mark cut diagonally across his back, the wound at least a dozen centimeters deep. The First King's health suddenly dropped by a chunk.