His opponent also appeared in the mist.
These were three Skaven Ratman Assassins dressed in dark blue tights, each wearing a face cover, legs bound, holding dimensional stone poison blades in their hands and tails: "diedie!"
"Come on!" Angerong gripped the War Axe tightly with both hands, feeling energized.
"Shadow!" A Ratman Assassin formed a Dharma Seal in his hand, and a puff of smoke arose as he vanished into the air: "Boom~"
"Tricks!" Angerong remained unfazed, squinting his eyes, waiting for the opponent's attack.
"Fierce!" Sure enough, three seconds later, a Ratman Assassin appeared behind Angerong, slashing two green trails with dimensional stone blades aimed at Angerong's throat and the back of his head.
But Angerong's movements were faster. He shouted angrily, his muscular body more agile than the Ratman Assassins, easily turning around, the vibranium battleaxe Ripper carving a blood-red mark in the air.
