Fervor burned in Luo Feng's eyes. He, too, longed for an opponent, especially one who fought with blades. The giant golden mantis before him would undoubtedly be a fearsome blade fighter—one skilled in assassination.
They spoke different languages, but Luo Feng felt the force of its murderous intent. He raised an eyebrow and struck a provocative pose.
"You're courting death!" The giant golden mantis was clearly enraged.
Di Jun had imprisoned him here for endless ages, and resentment had long festered within him. Now, faced with such a provocation, he could bear no more.
"Remember my name. The one who kills you is Kaz Jie!"
Though chains bound the giant golden mantis, they did not restrict his movement within this layer. He could reach any point in the space. As he declared his name, the murderous gleam in his eyes only intensified. His body blurred into a streak of gold, and the two blade-like arms at his sides became his sharpest weapons as he struck at Luo Feng's vital points.
Kaz Jie, the giant golden mantis, was fast enough that even Luo Feng struggled to follow him.
In a duel, speed determined whether one could fight back at all. If one side was too fast, the other was nothing but a sitting target.
Kaz Jie's speed made Luo Feng's expression change sharply. If Golden Crow Blood had not already transformed his body, strengthening his defense and giving him more explosive power, even Luo Feng would not have dared engage such an opponent in close combat.
Close combat was a contest of explosive power, speed, defense, and comprehension.
More than anything, a close-quarters fight revealed the limits of one's strength.
Suddenly—
Luo Feng sensed Kaz Jie's arrival and drew his blade in an instant.
He slashed, only to jolt in alarm.