Bang!
Black Cleave's edge slammed into Jethok.
Jethok's enormous body staggered back two steps, then he revealed a savage smile tinged with smugness.
Watching Jiang Yu flex his wrist after being knocked back, Jethok felt his confidence soar.
Actually, this fellow wasn't so hard to deal with. That sword strike hadn't even cut into me, had it?
As long as I went all out, he might not be a match for me even in a head-on clash.
I'd lurked in the shadows for too long. After going so long without fighting, sometimes I forgot just how powerful I was!
The pillars were broken, but that didn't matter. They would soon be repaired, and you would become part of them too!
The unity of beauty had no need for independent individuals like you!
Jethok stepped forward, raised his iron fist, and swung at Jiang Yu.
Meanwhile, Jiang Yu gripped his sword hilt again and couldn't help freezing for a moment at the enormous, meteor-like shadow bearing down on him.
What was wrong with this guy this time?
Hadn't he been beaten into fleeing with his hands over his head last time?
Surely he didn't think he was a match for me just because he'd suddenly transformed and withstood one strike?
You dared pit your fists against a sword's edge? Where did you get the nerve?
Countless thoughts flashed through Jiang Yu's mind in an instant, but he certainly wasn't going to indulge the enemy before him. Since Jethok wanted to compare his fist of flesh with a greatsword made from a Stellaron, Jiang Yu would oblige him.
Jiang Yu held his sword in a reverse grip and slashed upward. Black Cleave's dark, heavy edge hurtled toward Jethok's fist with supreme might!
At the sight, Jethok froze for a moment too.
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