Risk Issues

Lin Fan tried to cut open Khorne's body with his bayonet, but he could not even touch Khorne's edge.

Although Khorne placed greater emphasis than Slaanesh on martial valor in battle, that did not mean he would stupidly use his body to take every attack. An opponent being capable of leaving wounds on you and you mercifully allowing them to leave wounds were two entirely different things.

If the opponent's strength was beneath notice, then even bending a single hair would be a mark of shame.

"Trash!" Khorne mocked. He drew his head back slightly, placing it just out of reach of Lin Fan's bayonet. His battle-axe sliced into Lin Fan's abdomen. Its polished blade was cracking apart, but Khorne would repair the damage himself.

Lin Fan was sent flying several hundred meters. He braced his feet against the ground to keep from being driven farther back.

"Holy shit..." Lin Fan shook his hand and watched Khorne steadily approach from afar. He felt that this guy's combat experience was utterly beyond anything a reckless brute like him, who only knew how to charge in blindly, could compare to.

"Your attacks cannot even amuse me. They only disgust me."

Unexpectedly, Khorne had quite the foul mouth...

Lin Fan raised his spear and aimed at the approaching Khorne. His throws were accurate, but Khorne's blocks were no slower. With one hand alone, he easily deflected all of Lin Fan's ranged attacks, returning several blood spears as gifts.

Anyone could see that Lin Fan was at a disadvantage in this battle. He was merely enduring the beating through his unusual nature.

Yet none of them meant to mock him. After all, that was the Lord of War. Other than gods of the same rank as him, no one would think they could trade