Child's play. Only when you felt blood and guts on your axe could you really feel the battle!
For these green children who hadn't seen the blood and brutality of the harsh world, as soon as there was a threat of losing the ultimate handicap, regardless of their talent, their legs would start shaking and their pants would be covered in yellow liquid.
And the guy in front of him was definitely from that category, just as arrogant and self-assured. And his woman...
Licking his parched lips, he gripped the axe tighter. He couldn't wait to see his face when she was beneath him.
It didn't matter if she was his mother, older sister, or girlfriend, in his eyes she was already marked as today's prey. He'd been given the nickname Mad Bulldog for a reason.
'Enjoy my hunt.'
But despite these thoughts, he didn't attack immediately, instead eyeing her leisurely honing the blades of his axe against his finger.
