"Don't look down on my shaft, you trash! If there is one weapon in this arena you do not want to be hit by, it's this weapon of mine!"
Han Xuhan's boast made even Zhanxian cringe visibly.
"...You sure can brag, crazy little guy."
His opponent, whose figure was a foot taller and two feet wider than Han Xuhan, took off a heavy sword from his back. One glance at his movements was enough to tell that he was a professional in fighting with a sword.
"Oh, I'm not bragging." Han Xuhan's grin got wider. Looking at his face, nobody would be able to tell that his heart was beating at twice its ordinary rate.
"This glaive of mine fell into a pile of zombie innards while I was on my way here through the fog. Judging by the stink there, I can assure you that the zombie ate some very questionable substance before its death!
"But I didn't have the time to wash the filth off properly. Looks like your clothes are going to make a fine cleaning rag for my weapon. Hahahah!"
