"I am Pang Nuan: the strongest man of the Extreme Plateau. So long as they stand in the way of my Martial Path, my blade will not soften for women or children. But at the same time, I never take the lives of those forced to face my glaive due to my selfish desire to protect this good-for-nothing crook. So initially, I planned to spare your lives.
But now, you claim that from the start, you came for my neck…" As he reached this point, Pang Nuan bent his glaive in a loose battle stance. His tanned muscles bulged to the limit, veins pulsing on his calves, arms and neck as his eyes went bloodshot.
"So, I hope you understand that death is your destiny." The Martial Fiend's Blood Energy erupted in one blinding flare, splitting the earth with its pressure alone.
Pang Nuan wasn't being arrogant. The title of "strongest" had been given to him thousands of years ago, with his legend going uncontested by the following generations.
