Chapitre 588: The Tournament of Champions - First Round (14)

Kratos, leaning against a rocky wall, watched as flames engulfed his legacy carrier. His bushy beard swayed alongside the powerful wind.

''Boy, focus on your strikes, and don't stop. No matter what you do... don't stop attacking.''

King Arawn stepped forth, his momentum increasing by the moment. At that moment, he heard Kratos' voice. Don't stop attacking, don't stop attacking, don't stop attacking.

''You threw your axe away... that's a bad move.'' Amour said, and held the handle of his axe in a firm grip. Even though the flaming Arawn's aura was unmatched, and something he'd never felt before, he still trusted in his own ability.

''RARGH!'' Arawn screamed, and threw a punch. His fist crashed against the crimson-bladed axe. The result was unexpected.

''?!'' Amour's eyes widened in shock as his veins ruptured, spewing blood everywhere. The axe fell from his grips, and landed on the ground. With one punch, Arawn broke his arms.

''I-Impossible!''