The following second, Archduke Poffret's shadow moved without delay.
He started his assault from the front. He bellowed as he swung his battle axe at King Nuven.
*Clank!*
The two big axes clashed together without unnecessary movements!
The blunt clanking of striking metal tortured the crowd's ears.
Astonished, Thales watched the two players on the field.
Poffret gritted his teeth as the blade of his battle axe was stuck at the top of King Nuven's axe. It slanted downwards between the edge of the blade and the tip of the sharp edge.
"Impulsive rookie." King Nuven leaned forward steadily. His left hand gripped the joint between the axe handle and blade, while his right clutched the far end of the handle like he was holding a gun. He used the axe to hold back Poffret's attack.
The old king resisted the other party's attack and spoke in an icy voice, "If you had your weapon stuck like this on the battlefield, you would be dead by now."
