Chapter 53: Palm Thunder

The moment he stepped onto the battlefield, Anton spread his Divine Sense, blanketing the field for a thousand meters in every direction.

So, the instant Moloch moved, Anton noticed and turned his head to look.

Moloch was more powerfully built than the average Lizard-man. His muscles were knotted, and his murky, vertical pupils shone with undisguised killing intent.

He wielded a double-bladed War Axe, its blades etched with blood-red markings that pulsed with a faint, flowing light. It was clearly a magical item.

'Golden Tier.'

Anton assessed his opponent's strength at a glance, a bright glint flashing in his eyes.

'I've more or less tested the limits of my martial skills. I was just looking for a worthy target to test my Techniques on, and now one has delivered himself to my doorstep. That saves me some trouble.'

Moloch closed the distance in an instant. Without a word, he swung his axe down, the blade's shriek as it tore through the air sharp enough to hurt one's ears.