So, I Was Already Dead!

"Break!"

A hoarse roar rolled out of Zhao Song's throat. The muscles in his arms knotted as he clung fiercely to the eighth layer of stacked force. Dark red energy spiraled around his mace as he smashed it back against the battle-axe.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The relentless collisions rang out in an unbroken string, showering both combatants with sparks.

Leo Star Dragon fought with increasing ease, wielding the law of fire with consummate mastery.

Every slash of his twin axes carried searing currents of air. Their blades were frighteningly hot, scorching even the Mad Demon Mace a dark red and beginning to soften its metal ever so slightly. He could clearly feel his opponent's aura plummeting, yet that reckless, death-defying madness only grew fiercer, stirring a measure of genuine admiration in him.

Few human Soul Masters could fight to this extent.

"Concede if you can't hold on." Leo Star Dragon pressed an axe down, jolting Zhao Song's arms numb. "You've already shown enough guts. There's no need to throw your life away here."

"Bull-fucking-shit!"

Zhao Song spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes so red they seemed about to drip blood. "I'm a man of the Tang Sect! The word 'surrender' isn't in my dictionary!"

He abruptly twisted at the waist, turning and using the momentum to swing the Mad Demon Mace through a half circle. The eighth layer of force stacked upon itself, and the mace swept toward Leo Star Dragon's flank with the might to cleave mountains and shatter stone.

Leo Star Dragon raised an axe to block, borrowing the force to drift half a step back. The wind from the mace scraped across his shoulder armor, tearing a shallow gash.

At that very instant, a sudden buzzing explosion rang through Zhao Song's sea of consciousness.