The sound of brass striking rang out, and the duel began. Everyone rushed onto the arena floor, grabbing weapons. Some ran deeper inside to retrieve the tools they handled with greater ease and familiarity.
Even the Khorne Berserker who had been chatting and laughing with Lin Fan moments ago sprinted away at top speed, which troubled Lin Fan somewhat. With his mortal body, there was simply no way he could match their speed.
Lin Fan had barely entered the combat arena when he saw a longsword thrown toward him.
It was still that Khorne Berserker who had spoken to him earlier. He stood not far away, holding a two-handed axe and watching him.
"You should be used to a longsword, right?"
"Ah, I usually use chainswords, but a longsword should be fine too." Lin Fan had actually wanted to say that he was fairly used to using his fists as well.
"Then let's begin." Without giving Lin Fan much chance to speak, the Khorne Berserker lowered himself into a charging stance, signaling for Lin Fan to get ready too.
Lin Fan was deeply moved by these warriors' sense of honor. What a fine group of people. Whenever they fought, they never considered sneak attacks or striking first. They even thoughtfully picked out a suitable weapon for you, all for the sake of a fair duel.
In that case, come on. Lin Fan decided to defeat this worthy opponent with the combat techniques taught to him by the Adeptus Custodes, rather than insult his brave and upright soul with his fists.
"Kill!!! Blood for the Blood God!!!" The roar rang out, and the Khorne Berserker's previously articulate demeanor changed at once. His crimson armor seemed to be truly soaked in blood, continuously steaming with red mist. Savage bloodlust and slaughter gleamed