Before he finished speaking, Xu Chu shot out like an arrow, his right hand gripping the Pangu Axe, creating a sharp gust of wind as he slashed fiercely at Tius.
Tius remained expressionless. Faced with this devastating attack, he chose to defend with offense. His short sword gleamed coldly as he swiftly swung it towards Xu Chu's waist and abdomen. He firmly believed that only speed could secure victory.
Seeing the short sword approaching, Xu Chu's expression changed drastically. He reacted quickly, swinging his left hand and accurately blocking the fatal blow with his axe.
With a loud "bang," the short sword and the axe collided, sparking amazing fireworks.
Xu Chu groaned as he was struck hard, staggered, and took two steps back before he could barely regain his balance.
Tius sneered, "That's all! You're not qualified to kill me!"
Xu Chu curled his lip indifferently, quickened his pace again, and charged forward like a tiger descending a mountain, shouting, "Taste the power of my axe!" His voice rolled in like thunder, full of unstoppable domineering power and determination.
Tius swung his sword again, his momentum fierce.
However, Xu Chu was prepared this time. He stood firmly in a horse stance, his feet as stable as if rooted to the ground.
He gripped the axe tightly, a determined glint in his eyes, and with a low roar, swung it fiercely at the sharp short sword. The two weapons clashed in mid-air, producing a piercing metallic clang and sending sparks flying.
A deafening roar echoed through the air, as if time itself had frozen in that instant. Sparks flew everywhere, like shooting stars shattering the silence of the night sky. A fragment of a Roman dagger, propelled by the impact, shot out like a cannonball.
The impact of the recoil caused Tius's hand to tremble violently, and he almost lost his grip on the dagger, nearly dropping it. However, with his extraordinary willpower and reflexes, he managed to hold the dagger firmly in his hand, averting a potential crisis.
Tius's expression changed, and he was shocked!
You should know that this Roman short sword of yours was the personal sword of the Byzantine royal family, specially forged by the most famous blacksmith in Byzantium. Yet it was actually cracked by Xu Chu's axe. This strength is truly terrifying!
Before he could react, Xu Chu had already descended the mountain like a tiger, leaping forward and slashing down at Tius with the force of a thunderbolt, his two axes gripped tightly in his hands.
Tius had no choice but to grip his Roman short sword tightly to meet the attack. The clash between the sword and the axe produced a piercing metallic clang, and with a loud bang, Xu Chu's axe slammed into Tius's fine iron short sword. The shocking force seemed to tear everything around them apart.
Tius groaned, and his tall body bent over uncontrollably!
Xu Chu's double axes were simply too heavy!
If the Roman short sword had not been forged from fine iron, it would probably have broken in an instant.
However, even with such toughness, the blade still visibly bent slightly. Fortunately, the axe handle was exceptionally resilient; had it been even slightly harder, it would likely have broken in two under a powerful axe blow.
At the same time, Tius realized that he could no longer withstand Xu Chu's attacks.
At this moment, his face was tense, and his face was flushed red.
The next instant, a furious shout rang out: "Kneel down!"
Xu Chu glared with his tiger-like eyes, gripped both hands tightly, and slashed down again.
Tius gritted his teeth and raised his sword to parry.
However, Xu Chu's attack was so powerful that a "clang" was heard, and under the heavy pressure, one of Tius's knees bent.
"You..." Tius's chest heaved rapidly, anger and frustration mingling on his face.
From the day he was born until now, his knees have never yielded to anyone.
What he is seeing now is undoubtedly a trampling of his dignity and an insult to his pride.
But the matter did not end there.
Xu Chu's eyes were like those of a wolf or a tiger. He roared again, his voice deafening, "Kneel down!"
Tius stared painfully at this powerful enemy, whose strength pressed down on him like a mountain.
He tried to struggle, but his body felt as if it were bound by invisible chains, and he could not break free.
At that moment, Tius felt as if he were being crushed by a giant rock, and he didn't even have the strength to get up.
Xu Chu glared, his tiger-like eyes blazing with fury, veins bulging on his neck. He gripped the double axes tightly, bringing them down inch by inch, and roared, "Kneel down!!!"
The Roman dagger and double axes made a "click-clack" sound.
Tius glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, his anxiety growing.
Because the Roman dagger in his hand was bending little by little.
He was panting heavily, and despite the cold weather, his forehead was covered in sweat, with beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolling down his face.
"Not good!" Tius frowned, because he noticed that the pressure coming from the short sword had increased by three points.
"Don't even think about it!" Tius roared, his voice a mixture of anger and anxiety. He stomped his foot, straining his waist and abdomen, gathering all his strength in the short sword, trying to lift it. His teeth were clenched so hard they almost broke, as he managed to utter a single word.
However, despite his best efforts, the short sword remained completely immobile, causing his body to bend even more.
At this moment, Tius seemed like a mountain about to collapse, all the power gathered to its limit in this instant, yet it could not break through the seemingly insurmountable obstacle.
Not long after, a loud "bang" was heard, and Tius finally couldn't hold on any longer, kneeling weakly on one knee.
This scene made Xu Chu's eyes flash with a hint of smugness, and he roared again, "I told you to kneel, so kneel down for me!!"
With his angry roar, Xu Chu used all his strength to press down heavily, like Mount Tai pressing down on him.
Another loud "bang" rang out, sparks flew everywhere, and Tius groaned as his knees buckled and he collapsed heavily to the ground.
The moment he knelt, Tius's face turned as red as fire, and flames seemed to burst from his nostrils.
As a Byzantine prince, to actually kneel before a Great Xia general was undoubtedly the greatest humiliation he had ever experienced in his life.
Thius was filled with shame and indignation; he longed to stand up immediately and beat this arrogant enemy to a pulp. However, reality was cruel, and he could not do it.
Upon seeing this, Xu Chu laughed loudly, "Now, I can send you to meet the King of Hell!"
Thius was heartbroken. "Perhaps dying in battle is the only honor in this war!"
However, at that moment, a steely voice rang out: "Fool, spare his life!"
Upon hearing this, Xu Chu's axe stopped less than a centimeter away from Tyus's brow.
"Huh? My lord, are you going to deliver another one of these pointless blows?" Xu Chu asked.
"Finish him off? No!" Lin Mo grinned wickedly. "It'll be even more cruel than that!"
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