Now this is the warrior I imagined!

Ren Wokuang did not answer.

His answer was the Giant Spirit Battle Axe in his hand.

The Giant Spirit Battle Axe flew from his hand, carrying a howling wind as it cleaved straight toward Situ Xuan's face. Savage power condensed along the axe blade, and the air before it was torn apart under the tremendous pressure, letting out a shrill whistle.

Situ Xuan reached out with his right hand, spread his five fingers, and seized the descending blade.

The edge of the Giant Spirit Battle Axe bit into his palm, leaving a deep bloody gash there. Blood seeped from the wound and ran down along the blade. But his fingers did not budge. He simply held the blade as if he had caught a toy.

Ren Wokuang's tiger-like eyes suddenly widened.

His Giant Spirit Battle Axe weighed ten thousand jin, and with the force of his full-power strike added on, this blow was enough to split a small mountain. Yet this man had caught it with one hand.

Situ Xuan looked at his bleeding palm, then at the blade of the Giant Spirit Battle Axe, and pulled the blade out of his hand. He shook the blood from his hand. Under the stimulation of Exo-Energy, the wound began to heal at an accelerated pace, new muscle growing from both sides of the gash toward the center, filling it in bit by bit.

"Not bad strength."

He looked at Ren Wokuang, his eyes shockingly bright.

"Again."

The corners of Ren Wokuang's mouth split open, revealing a savage grin. He suddenly yanked the Giant Spirit Battle Axe out of Situ Xuan's hand, the blade sliding across his palm and adding another fresh wound. Then his body lunged forward, and the Giant Spirit Battle Axe swept out from his waist, hurtling straight toward