"You idiot, pay closer attention! How did you sign your name in the master's field?"
Ragnar muttered with a dissatisfied expression.
The next instant, a blaring warning of danger thoroughly jolted awake his still-unaware nerves!
He abruptly looked up, only to see crisscrossing slashes howling straight toward his face.
They were so densely packed that they resembled a fishing net descending from the sky!
"Fuck!!"
Before the curse could even leave his throat, Ragnar and the small clone in front of him were both "plowed" through by those countless slashes!
Even the Servant Contract he had yet to warm in his hand was shredded into scraps of paper.
"Gasp... gasp... The Spirit Clan... will never be slaves!!"
Sun Minjie's arms trembled as all strength drained from his body.
In truth, the weapons Sotos's Tattoos had randomly provided him with were two one-handed axes.
They had also granted him massive boosts to speed and strength.
The reason he had seemed so mediocre before, and had deliberately allowed himself to be injured, was entirely to lull Ragnar into complacency.
And all of it stemmed from Sun Ying's teachings.
"Mom said that weakness and ignorance aren't obstacles to victory. Pride is!"
"No matter what, never underestimate your opponent!"
"Though these two one-handed axes really can't destroy life, as long as I cut you into sufficiently tiny pieces, then no matter how strong you are, you won't be able to use that strength, right...?"
"Hehe... I won in the end..."
A smile tugged at Sun Minjie's exhausted face as he prepared to take a few deep breaths and steady himself.
But just as air flowed into his nose and mouth, an unbearable burning sensation suddenly filled his throat!
It was as though someone had viciously rammed a red-hot iron rod into his airway!
"Hah...