Hesitate for a moment, and your head will split.
Natural Curl instinctively raised his blade to block, the collision of two blades sending a volcanic force into his hands, nearly disarming him. It felt like being hit by a speeding train, forcing him to retreat several steps.
The ultra-high-frequency vibration created a brief vacuum around them.
In reality, facing such a blow, ten of him would die.
The opponent is undoubtedly stronger.
But that doesn't matter; it's not scarier than the enemies a general faces.
Natural Curl's mechanical exoskeleton was overloading, yet he felt his blood boiling, dragging his blade as he charged towards Zhuchun Wulang again.
The blade dragged on the ground, leaving a foot-deep crack in the cement that seemed to split the entire street in two.
As the distance closed, he lifted his Yanling Blade sharply, focusing force and momentum as if to split the galaxy, moving so fast that the air couldn't even flow back.
