บท 300: Victory!

Yet I didn't let such a thing get in my way, letting my body rise higher in the air, getting a few metres up his.

"F*ck you!" as he spotted me coming, he had nothing else to do but to wave his spear, hoping to get me hit with it.

But dude… you were spinning in the air uncontrollably like a broken kite! His spear movements looked so silly and funny to me, a futile attempt as the last struggle of a dying man.

In my eyes, he was dead. After all, he was flying in such a lousy and messy way while I was having my balance.

But who was he? A paragon! A goddamn paragon! The highest and most strongest person in the entire apocalypse, assumingly.

He also came from a race that wasn't that weak. So even at this moment, I never lowered my guard.

"Die!" We both said it at the same time. In a flash I summoned out my deadly heavy dragon glaive, and at the same moment… the tip of his spear flashed in a bizarre dark red light.