The two men continued their rampaging fight.
With each swing, the ground open up.
With each swing, the skies cried out.
With each swing, the nature itself died out.
Both men fought like monsters.
Mug launched several attacks nonstop, each one either possessing precise and piercing strikes with trident, or a crushing wave of water magic.
But each time he launched one, Wretch would just tank the attack, before then going for the counter, which either landed a strike or forced Mug to retreat in order to avoid taking any critical hit.
(Damn! The hell did he become?!) – thought Mug as he tried creating some distance between himself and Mug, only to suddenly see two axes flying towards him, emitting an extremely large amount of demonic and necrotic energy that formed two giant saw wheels.
"[Water Jet]!" – Mug in panic fired off his skill, launching himself in the air, avoiding two giant saw blades that came his way.
