Chapter 35: End of Second Round
At the lifeless body of the Blood Queen Bee, Kaal crouched down and calmly dug out its core. No one made a move to stop him.
Samrat observed him silently, his gaze lingering on Kaal’s battered form. A cruel smile crept across his face. Without warning, he launched a punch aimed straight at Kaal.
The sudden assault caught Ashen and Divya off guard.
Kaal, unaware of the strike at first, felt a sharp jolt in his instincts, a sixth sense provided by the Myriads of Thousand Demon Body. He shifted his weight and stepped to the right just in time, letting Samrat’s fist cut through empty air.
"Hahaha! Your instincts are top-notch," Samrat sneered, showing not an ounce of guilt for the surprise attack.
Kaal didn’t answer. He simply turned his head and met Samrat’s gaze with eyes as cold as steel. Despite having no Qi left and his body marked by wounds, he stood tall, unflinching, unafraid.
The moment their eyes locked, the smirk faded from Samrat’s lips. The cold, unwavering look in Kaal’s eyes drained the amusement from his face, replacing it with a vicious look.
Ashen glanced at the escalating tension, then at Divya, whose injuries had yet to fully heal. Wordlessly, he drew his sword. Divya, sensing his intention, narrowed her eyes and shifted into a defensive stance, her body tense despite the pain.
The atmosphere was suffocating like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
Kaal looked down at his sword, noticing a long crack running along its blade. The weapon had served him well, but it could no longer endure the sheer force of his physical strength. That was the reason he had begun transitioning to axes in the first place.
With a flick of his wrist, Kaal discarded the broken sword. Then, stomping the ground with explosive force, he launched himself at Samrat.