The intensity of the battle was beyond Abel's expectations, and so was Guardian Knight Anton's tenacity. Guardian Knight Anton kept holding on. Even though he was covered in wounds, he continued fighting.
"Lakin, Luke, I heard that your Wizard Guild has a potion refined with the blood of Legendary Professionals that can increase one's physique. Are you slowly trying to wear me down because you expect me to leave my blood for you?" Guardian Knight Anton grew calmer as the battle continued, and his voice was ice-cold.
The two Legendary Wizards, Lakin and Luke, did not reply. Instead, they sped up the casting of their spells.
"Haha! Burning Blood!" Guardian Knight Anton burst into laughter. He shouted, and a blood-red hue appeared over his body as an astonishing surge of blood energy shot into the sky.
He was a Legendary Holy Knight. He had begun tempering his body and strengthening his blood energy even before becoming an official Holy Knight. From the moment he became an official knight until he reached the level of Legendary Holy Knight, he had never stopped training his body.
At that moment, burning his blood energy was equivalent to burning his life. His speed and attack power immediately increased.
However, this was merely his final struggle, and it would not change the outcome of the battle.
Still, it greatly angered Lakin and Luke. They naturally knew that Guardian Knight Anton was not fighting desperately for the end, but because he did not want them to obtain his blood.
Burning one's blood energy caused horrifying pain. The agony of having one's muscles and bones torn apart made Guardian Knight Anton's eyes turn bloodshot.
He was destroying his own body. He did not want his body to become a resource that would increase the Wizard Guild's strength.