Chapitre 2865: Dilemma

Fury burst through the surface of the water, looking toward Leonel seriously. 

"Who are you?"

Leonel's response was a spear strike. 

Fury's pupils constricted into pinholes, his body seizing. It felt like he was facing the simplest spear he had in his entire life, and yet it had blocked off all his paths of retreat. 

He couldn't fathom how anyone could have such skill in the spear. 

The Barbarian Race wasn't known for their skill to begin with. They focused on overwhelming power and used their omniscience to make up the gap. 

However, that didn't mean they couldn't understand skill when they saw it.. 

And it also didn't mean that barbarianism wasn't its own type of skill… just in a different form. 

Fury knew that he couldn't meet this strike. He immediately accelerated into a retreat. 

Leonel's spear came to a stop just a meter from him, but blood still split his forehead in two, a shallow wound cracking open.