Amidst the earth-shattering roar of the cheering crowd, Xuanyuan Chen's eyes were like cold stars, his piercing gaze locked onto Zhao Yuangang, who stood before him, driven mad by pain. Parting his thin lips, Xuanyuan Chen spoke in a voice of bone-chilling coldness: "Hmph, with your amateur skills, how dare you act so arrogantly in front of me? Well, do you yield now?"
Zhao Yuangang's chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath. Ignoring Xuanyuan Chen's provocation, he simply fixed his freezing gaze upon him, as though he meant to pierce right through him with his eyes. "I misjudged you and underestimated this brat of a boy, but this isn't over yet!" With that, he gripped his pair of axes tightly. At first, they had swung with the force of raging tigers amidst a roaring gale, but now they felt as though they were wrapped in layers of fine, resilient spider silk. Each swing was sluggish and labored, as if he were wading through a thick swamp.
His wounds were like a breached floodgate, and the gushing blood coiled like crimson serpents, staining half his body in a sheet of red. The warm, viscous blood slid slowly down his arms, pattering against the ground and splashing into blossoms of blood that seemed to grin like demons.
Chapter 146