The fight with Angellon lacked any ornate extravagance. If it were Fulgrim, he might have pursued a flashy and elegant unity of sword technique, but Angellon was different—he only wanted to swing his Battle Axe and bring destruction and pain to those around him.
Whether it was his own or someone else's.
Mu Huai thought the same.
"Bang!"
The Thunder Warhammer and the Chainsaw Axe collided heavily. Then, Mu Huai roared, gripped the Warhammer tightly, and rammed it violently into Angellon's chest, while Angellon, also shouting, lifted his Chainsaw Axe and forcefully chopped down toward Mu Huai's head. Neither had any intention of dodging, Mu Huai's Warhammer smashed into Angellon's chest just as Angellon's axe cut into Mu Huai's helmet.
"I'll fuck your ancestors!"
