Cheng Yu had no idea that his buddy Luo Xia, far away in Gang City, had taken the heat for him. Of course, even if he had known, he would not have had the patience to bother with a nobody like Wan Zhuo.
His time was running out. Over those ten minutes, Cheng Yu had gradually gained an advantage by trading injury for injury, but it was only an advantage.
He was nowhere near overwhelming Evil Shadow. Left with no choice, Cheng Yu fought even more recklessly.
The two three-hundred-meter behemoths exchanged more than a dozen slashes in a single second. Some attacks struck their opponent, while others ended with their blades clashing. The sparks thrown off by sword and saber set the ruined city ablaze.
Wrecked cars began exploding one after another. The flames spread with each explosion, and the battle between Cheng Yu and Evil Shadow grew ever more frantic.
Both seemed to have descended into madness.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The clashes between the pitch-black saber and the silver-white sword came faster and faster, and both combatants began moving ever more swiftly.
One second, they were in the east of the city; the next, they were in its center. Sparks from their clashing blades flew everywhere, igniting a gas station.
BOOM!!!
A tremendous explosion rang out. Outside the city, the civilians could only stare in disbelief. How could ordinary people like them ever have witnessed such terrifying power and devastation?
Wan Zhuo, meanwhile, was breaking out in a cold sweat. He muttered,
"Impossible... impossible... how can he be that strong... it's impossible..."
No matter how terrifying the Weird King proved to be, Wan Zhuo showed no reaction. After all, one fact was deeply rooted in every human's mind: no amount of strength was excessive for a Weird King.