Forced patience that the situation created shattered the moment the four-winged bird was no longer a threat. Chester collected the blood that rushed out of his throat, spat it to the side through blood-stained lips, and snapped his gaze skyward.
The High Angel glared at the Lesser Angel above, filled with anger and shame.
His helmet hummed with mana.
Sunlight immortalized Chester's snarling face as he opened his mouth and roared.
Boom—!
Anger drove him insane as he smashed his shield against Kai's scimitar. There was no longer any thought inside his mind. Just the primal desire to kill—and tear the Lesser Angel to shreds for being unable to understand that this tournament cannot be won by him.
He swung his sickle in a wide arc, but missed and got kneed in the liver.
Pain lanced through his side.
Chester gritted his teeth even harder and became even more feral.
Both exchanged blows mid-air, creating a violent spark every time their weapons met.
