The instant he saw that weapon, Lex's pupils shrank to pinpricks.
Ever since the war between the Allied Forces and the Greenskin faction had fully erupted, the wealthy Holy Roland Empire had practically monopolized the services of the Centaur mercenaries, hiring Lex and the others to fight for them over the long term.
Naturally, Lex and the others had also experienced the earlier battles.
On those battlefields, the Centaur mercenaries led by Lex had crossed blades with virtually every clan in the Greenskin faction.
That exaggerated black-and-gold saw blade was, in a sense, practically the symbol of the Bloodthirsty Great King's identity. How could Lex possibly fail to recognize it?
As the leader of the Centaur race and a powerhouse of the Vajra Realm, Lex was confident in his strength, but he was not conceited.
For a mercenary who spent all year appearing on one battlefield after another, conceit was fatal.
Lex's mind was clear at that moment as well, so he knew that the Greenskin before him was far more than merely a peak Vajra Realm expert.
There were also countless differences between peak Vajra Realm experts.
And the Bloodthirsty Great King's strength ranked solidly among the top three in the entire Greenskin faction!
By contrast, Lex was a fierce general who charged into the thick of battle. His abilities were all focused on fighting and killing on the battlefield, while one-on-one duels were not his forte.
Looking at the murderous Bloodthirsty Great King before him, Lex's heart immediately grew heavy, but his hands never stopped moving. With a shake of his battle spear, he deflected the black-and-gold saw blade's attack and immediately launched a counterattack.
Seeing this, the Bloodthirsty Great King did not back down in the slightest. He suddenly swung the black-and-gold saw blade in a huge