877 The God Sealer 3

Anubesetesh's kick was blocked by Garuksun's own brave counter. They traded blows for minutes, neither side managing to gain ground. The two of them became blurs of silver and black, their limbs turning into the highest fidelity weapons. 

Boom! 

Eventually, both sides were blown back, and Anubesetesh especially returned to his previous spot, slightly panting, his pristine fur now slightly sweaty. 

"Well, you're tough physically. Not surprised about that, but still, to keep up with me while I'm augmenting my reflexes with electricity… impressive, my king." Anubesetesh admitted with a trace of respect in his voice. 

"Heh, not bad yourself, brat. To be able to prevent me from counterattacking that entire time is a feat worthy of my praise! Let's continue! However, I'll be attacking this time!" King Garuksun replied with a wide grin of appreciation, which became a bellow of exertion.