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The radiance surrounding Rex blazed even brighter, searing Scott's eyes and scorching his soul, twisting his face with agony. Forgetting the Holy Light had been a mistake. He stared wide-eyed into Rex's incandescent eyes.
Ashbringer advanced, and Scott refused to accept his fate.
He roared inwardly as towering waves surged through his mind.
Yet his body had no strength left. That blow had left Scott numb all over.
Resentment, defiance, and hatred-countless negative emotions tangled together and spread through Scott.
He did not know when it happened, whether he had picked up the battle axe without realizing it or whether the weapon had leaped into his hand of its own will.
He raised the battle axe high, and the wails of countless souls rang out through the clamorous night.
The voices were venomous, roaring and chaotic. A bone-chilling surge of soul power erupted from the weapon, radiating a dreadful cold. Deep blue light instantly enveloped the battle axe.
At that moment, Ashbringer was no longer the only weapon shining brilliantly in the night, no longer alone on the stage.
Another leading player had appeared.
Scott drew a sharp breath into his lungs and swung his battle axe.
Golden Holy Light collided with deep blue frost.
Bang!!!!!!!!
Through repeated clashes, the battle axe held its own. Scott had countered Rex's killing blow.
Rising from the ground, Scott burst into wild laughter.
He looked at Rex with tears in his eyes-tears of astonished joy.
Never in his dreams had he imagined that the weapon in his hands would finally unleash its power at this moment. He had successfully unsealed it, revealing its deadly edge.
Watching Scott escape death, Rex showed no surprise. Instead, he carefully studied the weapon in