Slash, slash, sharp weapons stabbed into Ares's body. After more than ten hours of battle, he was covered in wounds and exhausted, unable to block the Armament Haki-coated weapons of these elite Marine soldiers.
This was the New World.
The Marines sent here were all elite soldiers.
Ares could only resort to a reckless fighting style of exchanging wounds for wounds. Relying on his own brute strength, he sent elite Marine soldiers flying one after another, making them crash heavily to the ground.
"Really... so tired."
Ares felt as though his eyelids had not closed in several days. The overwhelming fatigue far surpassed the pain, and every attack he made was forced out by sheer willpower.
The strength contained in his arms was less than one percent of its peak. His entire body felt utterly drained.
"I can't fall here yet. I possess one of the exceedingly rare Mythical Zoan Devil Fruits. There's definitely hope that I can train my body to surpass the level of the Supreme Great Sword."
"I can't fall before I've fulfilled my dream."
"I absolutely can't fall."
With his eyes bloodshot, Ares felt his vision beginning to blur. Blood was also a source of energy for the body, yet nearly all the blood in Ares's body had already drained away.
All around Ares, more than a hundred elite Marine soldiers surrounded him in layer upon layer.
It was like a pack of wolves surrounding a tiger.
However, they were intimidated by the dying tiger's final outburst of power, and each of them halted in place.
"This monster shouldn't be able to hold out much longer. He's the Great Pirate with a bounty of 220 million. If we capture him, our ranks will definitely rise by several levels!"
A Marine soldier looked at the blood-soaked Ares