Mu You had no other choice now but to keep accelerating, and accelerating...
The God of Chaos looked at Mu You, who was gradually becoming lost in the frenzy of battle, desperately sprinting and slashing in the arena, with a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Finally feeling it, the heavy pressure carrying the hopes of an entire race... Such heavy pressure is indeed too much for an individual."
"...And this kind of pressure, I have shouldered for countless years."
"So in fact, I am very much looking forward to today's battle; for the past thousand years, I have been eagerly hoping for this battle to come sooner..."
"Also because after this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, I can put down this burden and gain temporary relief..."
...
The God of Chaos suddenly became chatty, talking endlessly about some incomprehensible things.
