The heavy high-velocity swing of the steel butcher knife came to a sudden dead stop.
The power in the strike was completely nullified.
Klaus's bloodshot eyes widened.
The Second King had caught the sharp edge of the descending butcher knife between his index and middle finger.
He held the blade effortlessly, as if he had just plucked a floating feather from the air.
"GARRRGH!" Klaus roared with his feral grin stretching into a grimace of pure exertion.
He pushed.
He drove his bleeding feet into the concrete, throwing his entire body weight forward, leaning into the handle of the knife, desperately trying to force the blade down just a single inch to slice the god's pristine fingers.
His muscles bulged with his teeth grinding together so hard they threatened to crack however the blade didn't move a single millimeter.
The Second King looked at Klaus's straining bleeding face as his grin widened into a mocking cruel smile.
