"Tell me who that cowardly bastard is, and I won't mind giving you a quick death."
Lu-el took his stance, gripping his battle axe tightly to steady the trembling of his hands.
He kicked off with all his strength, trying to resist his weakened legs, leaving a large crater in the ground as he launched himself straight at his opponent, covering dozens of meters in a blink of an eye.
Dragging the fight even a minute longer would only put him at a disadvantage, with the poison spreading more rapidly through his body with every movement.
That simple conclusion forced Lu-el to rely on direct attacks and brute strength—not that he had any other fighting style.
He raised his weapon the moment he halted his charge, reaching his opponent within range. It was followed by a swift, powerful downward strike aimed at cleaving his opponent in half.
BAMM!
Yet his strike cut nothing but air, shattering only the ground.
"You're the one who's already dead—Hahaha!"
