"Ugh..."
Henry furrowed his brows tightly. The axe blade was practically right in front of his eyes, resting against the bridge of his nose — as if just one more inch forward would split his head in half.
But it couldn't move any further, because both of Henry's hands were gripping the handle of the axe. Veins bulged across his forearms, throbbing violently, as if they might burst at any second.
The man holding the axe growled, and the strength in his arms suddenly increased.
Henry clenched his teeth. Cold sweat rolled down his forehead — then, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. In the next instant, his leg shot up, kicking straight toward the masked man's face!
As expected, the man's head snapped backward instantly. Seizing the opportunity, Henry twisted his body and spun, landing a powerful roundhouse kick to the man's chest. Though his opponent wasn't huge, the blow sent him flying backward.
Click.
