Three-Headed Ogre had also been waiting here for Zhao Fu for a long time. His pair of eyes fell on Zhao Fu as he said, "You're the one who has challenged three great geniuses in a row? You do look somewhat special, but as a noble imperial prince, I will absolutely not lose to you. Also, what is your name? I do not wish to fight an unknown nobody."
Zhao Fu's expression remained calm. He stretched out a hand and grabbed at empty space, and the Massacre Sword appeared in his grasp. He answered, "You do not need to know. You only need to know that you are the fourth person to fall at my hands."
Three-Headed Ogre snorted coldly. "You brat really are arrogant! I'd like to see just how strong you are and whether you have the right to say such words."
Boom!
A powerful aura erupted from Three-Headed Ogre's body, stirring up a gale. Green light shone from his body, radiating terrifying power.
Three-Headed Ogre gripped his spiked club and charged toward Zhao Fu in quick strides, his momentum fierce. He soon reached Zhao Fu, then swung his club down with all his strength, carrying a powerful force as it smashed toward Zhao Fu.
At that moment, Zhao Fu poured immense power into the Massacre Sword. The Massacre Sword gave off a terrifying blood-red light, and he swung it.
Bang!
The two weapons collided with immense force, creating a tremendous air blast that sent a wild gale spreading in all directions.
"Ah!"
Three-Headed Ogre roared, gripping the spiked club with both hands as he swung it again and again. Streaks of overwhelmingly powerful force shot forth, each accompanied by a deafening boom, their might startling.
Zhao Fu also continuously swung the sword in his hand, each slash