Chapter 51: The Gods Meeting and Death of Death

The blasts of wind that were being sent back and forth between the two combatants on the field were enough to blast a normal person dozens of feet back, but the two in the arena seemed unscathed as they continued to strike at each other.

Lucas breathed heavily as he made manual strikes with his black bat. The Reaper seemed to be unshaken as it parried each strike that was sent its way.

The crimson scythe moved at a speed that was second to none every single time Lucas came even a tad bit close to hitting the shadow-clad reaper.

But as the blasts of wind ripped across the arena we instead move upwards, high into the skies where prying eyes stared down upon the fight of champions.

"Okay, now this is just bullshit!" A small mouse yelled while jumping a few feet in the air and flipping off a spectral-looking man.