Swordbound Chronicles

Arena - Two.

When the axe was like a violent thunder, it seemed to split Nanren's body from the air. The nanren tried to parry in vain. He hoped his heavenly trenta-class bow spirit weapon would be able to deflect the judade's thunder-like strike.

But the nanren's defensive power was unable to withstand the ferocious slash of the Phalama Bhalu that contained the power of 300,000 jinn ATK. The bow in his hand broke into several pieces.

Accompanied by a terrified scream, the axe in Phalama Bhalu's hand split the archer nanren's body in two. A flood of blood instantly filled the scene in the arena. The fishy smell of blood wafted across the arena. Several janitors consisting of nanren and jinglin races then ran to clean the arena.

Phalama Bhalu indifferently picked up the nanren's spatial ring. He glanced at the wing tattoo on his chest which showed an increase in lines, becoming five-striped Silver Wings. Previously it had been four-striped silver wings. The judade smiled with satisfaction.

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