Turning the Tide

With a deafening roar, the enraged Han Li swung his weapon, forcing both sides to step back.

"Rafael, just because you fought one battle, you think you're some kind of hero? You've killed just as many humans as I have."

"At least I have principles—I won't betray the empire I was born in."

Rafael growled, his fists glowing with energy as he threw a punch directly at Han Li's face.

Han Li's expression changed.

He could tell that if that punch landed, he'd either die or be crippled.

A battle armor materialized around his upper body, and his blade swung up to meet the attack head-on.

Boom!

Both figures staggered back several steps amid a cloud of dust.

Blood dripped onto the ground, and Rafael's face paled slightly.

Han Li on the other hand, looked to be in slightly better shape.

Just then, a scream echoed from nearby.

A severed arm flew through the air, accompanied by a spray of blood.