On the arena stage, the battle between the two had reached a fever pitch.
As more and more of his attacks missed, Xiong Qihong grew even more furious.
With another roar, Xiong Qihong's massive frame moved with a counterintuitive agility, his twin axes whistling through the air.
He was no longer using the wide, sweeping slashes from before.
One axe swept low to block Lin Ye's retreat, while the other transformed into a black streak of light, aiming straight for his head!
A pincer attack from above and below, utterly vicious!
Lin Ye's pupils contracted. He could feel it—after failing to hit his target for so long, this big guy's attack pattern, driven by rage, had somehow become more cunning and deadly!
His opponent might not have been intelligent, but his combat instincts were still incredibly dangerous!
Several times, the axe blades scraped past his scalp and ankles.
The wind from the blades left fiery, stinging trails on his skin.
