"Come on, let's fight again." Wang Kai laughed unrestrainedly. After over a hundred bouts, Zeus never expected Wang Kai's combat will to be so high. Having been struck by three swords, he still fought to the death without retreating.
"Haha, to be able to fight so joyously, even dying in battle would be worth it." Wang Kai laughed loudly, disregarding Zeus' sword, and thrust his spear toward his stomach.
"Ah, damn it."
Wang Kai's suicidal fighting style was completely unpredictable, and Zeus seemed very unaccustomed to dealing with a madman, as all sane people in the world do not wish to provoke a madman.
Because madmen are not afraid of death.
What Wang Kai sought was an opponent, a worthy adversary; he was willing to fight to the death to find one, and his unyielding fighting spirit astonished Zeus.
