A series of clangs reverberated as Motan and A Zhi engaged in an intense battle. With the full power of the [Bloodthirsty Roar] enhancing the latter, he turned the war axe in his hands into a phantom of relentless slashes. Although it was only a barrage of ordinary attacks, there was a tremendous killing force behind each blow.
[Are all kids these days this powerful...?]
Motan parried fiercely, his hands starting to grow numb under the ultra-realistic feedback from the system. The self-destructive sheep under him was retreating continuously and, for the moment, he was completely suppressed by the child in front of him.
However, that did not mean he was much weaker than A Zhi. If the level attributes were disregarded, Motan was far superior in terms of reaction speed and judgment. But...
"Yes, it's much more fun when we clash!" With a childish smile on his face, A Zhi struck with a backhand axe, "If you dodge, I'll attack your sister behind you!"
