"Whoosh... whoosh... whoosh..." The massive axe spun rapidly through the sky, scattering a chilling aura as it traced an arc and fell upon a small hill north of the crowd. With a thunderous boom!, it struck halfway up the slope, its blade biting into the earth and cleaving a sheer cliff all the way down to the ground!
"Mm, not bad. This axe is pretty sharp! But, Kust, no matter how sharp it is, you still have to hold on to it tightly!" Ye Luo looked at him with an ambiguous smile. Then, beneath everyone's horrified gazes, he brought the roasted meat in his right hand to his mouth, took a huge bite, and chewed blissfully.
"Fuck, am I hallucinating? What did I just see? Ye Luo, the Zerg Emperor, punched the Berserker Kust's massive axe away!!!"
"There are strange things every year, but especially many this year. No wonder the Zerg were so arrogant in the Death Match—the Zerg boss himself turns out to be the ridiculously overpowered final boss!"
"Brothers who logged off, get back online now! Holy shit, the ** of this competition was actually saved for the end..."
"Whoosh!" The popularity on the interstellar network was skyrocketing, and every livestream abruptly shut down...
Kust's eyes widened. His right hand was still faintly numb. What tremendous strength—unbelievable, inconceivable. Ye Luo was a Zerg, not one of the Mineral Race. Even if he were a chunk of refined iron, Kust's massive axe should have split him in two. How could the collision between a ** and the massive axe end with the axe being blasted away? Was this an illusion?
"Wow, My Emperor is so handsome!" Ye Meng's sickeningly sweet praise instantly gave everyone nearby goosebumps.
Arlin's gaze narrowed slightly. Though his face remained expressionless, the astonishment and