All of a sudden, Emery felt a sense of suffocation as if the air around was being pulled away towards where his opponent was standing. Turning his head over, he could see white smokes coming out of the latter's body.

The Berserker had finally unleashed his full strength.

Cracking sounds were heard as Zetto moved and stretched his stiff body. He looked at Emery and grinned. "Did you know that weak Sigurd has never been able to open his ancestral line.. The real Titan strength."

Seeing the expression on his face, the man himself seemed amazed at his own strength. He clenched and unclenched his fists, feeling the seemingly unstoppable force coursing through his veins.

"This is the power of the Gods! We, the Titans, are supposed to be worshiped like Gods!" His eyes fixed on Emery, the grin on Zetto's face widened while a maniacal look appeared on his face. "And you you now can feel my fury! A God's fury!"

In an instant, Zetto's two black pupils turned into glowing gold before he took out a second axe from his spatial ring, the exact duplicate of the one he was currently holding.

Wielding two Tier 5 axe in his hand, the Berserker gave off a powerful surge of energy as he stared at Emery with a borderline deranged gaze.

Emery's eyes narrowed as his gaze turned serious. His body tensed up as the grip on his sword tightened. He understood that the real fight was about to begin and it was bound to be a ferocious one.

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