The collision of the two axes erupted in a deafening roar. It was the sound of metal clashing at high speed, releasing the power contained within in that instant—a pure struggle of strength without any flair.
But in the next second, Barin stepped back several times before steadying himself, his axe-wielding right arm visibly trembling. He was clearly at a disadvantage in the clash of power.
And his meticulously maintained Lumber Axe now bore a prominent notch.
Warwolf, on the other hand, showed no change in stance, but only he himself could feel the impact this opponent before him had delivered.
He appeared to have had no training, nor the gaze of the Spirits of Nature, yet possessed such strength... Could it be the Extraordinary Bloodline?
This man must not be spared!
Warwolf made his decision and got serious, his Battle Axe swinging out.
Seeing his axe damaged, Barin lost his cool. After all, it was his breadwinning tool, and he always took great care of it after use.
