Bab 857: Kill the Sword Saint!

But there was no time for Heinrich to continue thinking. The enemy had approached him, so he had to attack!

The broken antennae on the top of his head, which had been drooping over the past few days, started to glimmer. Wang Zhong could advance fine under the pressure of death, but Heinrich was not someone to be trifled with. He was absolutely made for combat. Even if he was forced, he would never look at a lowly human Heroic Soul as an equal. Pride and conceit seeped through his bones, but now, he could feel the threat of life and death. He had been rash over the past few days and had landed himself in this situation.