The blood in his body went from warm to boiling. Hot blood coursed through his veins, bringing an exhilarating rush.
Ares was utterly intoxicated by it, reveling in this state.
This was the joy and unique sensation that battle could bring him: enjoying the feeling of hot blood boiling within him, and the impact of power erupting and pouring out from his tense, charged muscles.
The moment the two words "Rayleigh" left Ares's mouth.
He raised his arm, bringing his five thick fingers together to form the shape of a "hand blade," then swung it down in a move resembling "Splitting Mount Hua."
In an instant.
A dazzling sword flash burst from Ares's palm.
"Body Arts—Scalpel!"
To Ares, his body was his weapon. Or, put another way, he himself was a weapon.
His dream was to forge his own body into a Famous Sword surpassing the twelve Supreme Grade Swords. This had always been his dream, as well as the source of motivation that drove him to keep advancing and growing stronger.
The instant Ares raised his arm, Rayleigh, a great swordsman, narrowed his pupils. His bodily functions instinctively tensed, and a sense of danger quietly surfaced in his nerves.
The dazzling, magnificent sword flash carried immense cutting power.
Rayleigh had no doubt that such a slash could easily cut a person in half.
"What a ferocious slash!"
Rayleigh could not help praising Ares for being able to unleash such a sharp and powerful slash with his own body. Earlier, when Ares had fought Sikaru and Sambel, he had only used his fists and feet.
Now it seemed that this big bald man's attainments in swordsmanship were not inferior in the slightest.
Ares's unexpected move caused a flash of surprise to pass through Rayleigh's calm eyes.
His praise did not