How long had the battle been going on? Two hours, three hours, or even longer? Bartlett could no longer tell. He gasped for breath with a stagger, and his mouth and throat felt as dry and painful as if they had been burned.
It wasn't that the barbarian had never encountered enemies stronger than him before, but in those cases, even if he couldn't beat his opponent, he could still find a way to escape. However, on this sandy ground, there was no option for him to 'run away'.
"Why won't you just die already? Hmm, Butcher Bartlett? Is life really that important to you?" said the vampire indifferently from his left side. But when the barbarian turned to block, a subtle breaking sound came from behind his head.
He threw himself forward, rolling and throwing sand around, and then managed to guard against the thin sword that came stabbing down from above his head. Our barbarian gladiator had once again fended off his opponent's tricky attacks.
