Chapitre 1251: Bury the Hatchet?

"I hope you are prepared for the Deathmatch." 

Nux questioned as he playfully stepped on Sauren's fallen arm.

"…"

Sauren, on the other hand, was frozen still.

Only when his arm had fallen off and his brain registered the immense pain did he realize that his arm was chopped off and this frightened him to his core.

Not because he was afraid of the pain. It may not look like it because of his shameful display for the past few days, but in truth, Sauren was an elite as well. As a cultivator of the Ancestral Order, a chopped-off arm was not a big deal for him, it was painful, yes, but not to the point where it would make him scream in agony and fill him with endless fear.

What he was scared of was the fact that he couldn't see Nux move.

Sauren knew since the battle had started, he could tell that he was faster than Nux. Yes, for some reason, Nux's reaction speed was a lot faster than it should be, making it difficult for him to make a move,