Bloodfury finally stopped his assault, delivering a blow with his axe that separated the two combatants.
He took another serious look at the one called William the Obliterator.
Bloodfury was well aware that this person's true strength was far beyond what he had shown so far.
140 Divine Power Value?
What a joke!
If they were merely equals in strength, how could he not see through it?
"Is this all your strength? Or do you still want to hide something?" Bloodfury felt that there was really no need to hide one's strength in a life-and-death arena unless the opponent was significantly weaker.
William's wounds had already healed. After swallowing those spiders and poison mist, he felt as though he had grown slightly stronger.
It was truly infuriating!
Still getting stronger!!
What fun was there in continuing like this?
