"No, this can't be possible. The divine artifact passed down through my tribe for generations—the Bloodthirsty Blade—how could it be damaged so easily?"
Viktor muttered.
Just moments ago, when he had blocked Bell's strike, a notch had actually been chipped into the blade of his battle-axe. Though the notch was not large, Viktor still found it impossible to accept.
This Bloodthirsty Blade battle-axe had been wielded by every chieftain of the Augu Tribe. It was an inherited weapon that symbolized the chieftain's status. Legend had it that the Augu Tribe's first chieftain had wielded this very axe to cut through thorns and brambles, carving out a place for the beastmen to live on these grasslands.
After being tempered by the rage of generations of chieftains, this battle-axe should have become far stronger than it had been back then. Yet it had been damaged after taking just one blow?
That wasn't possi-cough, cough, cough...
"Mm, it is pretty unbelievable."
On the other side, after hearing Viktor's muttering, Bell nodded in complete agreement.
Honestly, the huge axe in the other man's hand looked truly shabby. It looked like a lump of iron jammed into a rotten stick. If it had been on Earth, no one would probably have bothered to pick it up even if it were lying on the ground.
Yet unexpectedly, despite its terrible appearance, the axe's quality was outstanding. It had clashed head-on with Frostmourne and had not been destroyed outright.
"But you don't need to feel bad. If you can defeat me, I'll give you a better axe.
"I'll give you one even if you lose."
To make sure Viktor brought out one hundred percent of his strength in battle, lest he refuse to acknowledge the result after losing, Bell kindly offered this very generous "event reward."
"Human!