The orc warrior leaped toward Ye Tian with a thunderous roar, the sheer force of his movement cracking the ground beneath his massive feet.
His spiked iron ball, attached to a thick chain, swung with terrifying speed, aiming straight for Ye Tian's head.
But Ye Tian stood still.
His faint smile betrayed all fear... Displaying a strange joy.
Why?
Because this moment, standing face-to-face with death, brought back memories of his old self.
The days when he laughed in the face of mortal danger, challenging it like an old friend.
"Feels like home to me..." he muttered, his voice barely audible over the rush of air stirred by the swinging weapon.
The iron ball came hurtling toward him, a blur of deadly metal.
Ye Tian's eyes tracked its path, calculating its trajectory with precision.
At the very last moment, he shifted all his weight onto his right foot and leaned sharply to the left.
