The Rise of the Urban God

CHAPTER 363

“I’ll give you a quick death,” Nervner blurted.

Demonbane, however, showed him both of his middle fingers.

Nervner angrily smiled. “If you want your fingers to be cut, so be it.” He then turned his nails into whips with sharp edges, and he viciously swung them at his opponent.

Demonbane defended himself with the cloak, but it kept getting cut, so he was forced to dodge. It wasn’t easy as the nails were moving pretty fast. He kept getting cut everywhere and bled from many places.

Nervner was laughing and attacking with all the more speed and desire to hurt his opponent. “Is dodging all you can do, Demonbane? You’re really disappointing, I’ll finish you right away!” He pulled his nails back and thrust them at all toward a single point—at his opponent’s heart. “Zero Strike!”

Demonbane, however, suddenly caught all those ten nails with his bare hand.

Nervner was surprised by it, but he quickly pulled his nails. However, the nails didn’t come out.

Demonbane pulled him by the nails. Nervner