746 I'll Be Back

No sooner had the Lost Divinities Players rejoiced in his demise than a blurred figure shot out like a bolt of lightning from his crater, streaking across several hundred meters in a blink to slash out at Deimos' throat.

The Spartan blocked in time with his spear, but the fierce strike knocked him back seven or eight meters, leaving deep furrows in the ground. Feeling the tremor of the golden spear between his fingers, a stern frown grew on his face. This strength... was at least 50% higher than that of their last bout.

Raising his eyes to face his cockroach-like opponent, Deimos' frigid heart throbbed as he met his gaze, which carried an inexhaustible killing intent.