"Please, stop this!" Ming Chao pleaded, her voice almost drowned out by the rising winds. "Brother, Azmodeus, there's still time to resolve this without bloodshed!"
Neither man paid her any heed.
With a sudden burst of speed, Ling Chao closed the distance between himself and Azmodeus, his blade—a dark, serrated longsword—arcing toward his opponent's neck. Azmodeus reacted instantly, raising the Grand Pandemonium Cleaver to block the strike. The clash of their weapons sent a shockwave rippling across the battlefield, uprooting trees and shattering boulders.
"You're strong," Ling Chao admitted, his tone grudgingly respectful. "Stronger than I expected. But strength alone won't save you."
Azmodeus smirked, his movements fluid as he parried another strike. "Funny," he said, his voice laced with mockery. "I was about to say the same thing to you."
