Tyr rolled across the ground and quickly got up before turning to face Langren Baohu Zhe.
He tightened his grip on his spear as he felt the impact point of the wolf's staff radiate with pain on his back.
'Damn... he almost broke a fucking rib.' Tyr glanced at his torso for a moment, 'And his killing intent is far beyond his Power Level... that must be due to not only his age, but the amount of ill will he harbors and the sheer number of people he has killed.'
"Are you certain you won't let me go!? If you stand in my way... I will have to kill you." Tyr shouted, staring at the wolfman with a determined look in his eyes.
Langren furrowed his eyebrows, "Are you willing to die for it? Because it seems you and I both know that you cannot defeat me... boy."
Tyr frowned, 'He can sense my unease? I guess it makes sense... he's old as a mountain.'
