"Blood Spike," the weapon's appearance was correct.
The war patterns, indeed in the style of the Neanderthal tribe.
But why the silver light?
Could it be that there was something wrong with the way it was activated?
Boom!
Pure, flawless fine sand danced all around like drizzling rain, prompting a burst of gasps from the audience.
Kleimas, who had slammed heavily into the sandy ground, rolled over and let out a loud roar.
"What kind of damn Secret Technique is this..."
He didn't care who his opponent was, whether or not they were from his own tribe; none of that mattered as long as he could engage in a satisfying, exhilarating battle.
"Secret Technique, Fight to the Death!"
Chen Fei roared again.
He felt as though he was back in that night when the old man's voice boomed like thunder, his presence swallowing the sky as he shouted.
Fight to the Death!
To thrive from death!
He unleashed his full power without any reservation.
