The bizarre-looking woman before him was far stronger than Captain John had expected. Not only was her ability extremely strange, but she was also remarkably calm in battle, possessing impressive judgment and combat skills.
The high temperature of the flames made the surroundings scorching hot.
Beads of sweat kept sliding down Captain John's cheeks. The invisible pressure was rapidly intensifying, as though a heavy boulder had pressed down on his chest and left him struggling to breathe.
This bizarre-looking woman is probably also from the Sea Demon Tribe. Who knows how long she's been alive? She really isn't giving me a chance at all!
After living for several hundred years, even an ordinary person—not to mention a beast—would have formidable combat instincts.
The green snakes atop the woman's head stirred restlessly, ready to strike. They made feinting motions, but whenever John's flames came rushing in, they would fling their bodies backward or dodge left and right, avoiding the fire.
This rendered John's highly destructive flames completely useless. Worse still, the blue flames capable of petrifying him appeared from time to time, forcing his nerves to remain taut.
A mocking glint flashed through the woman's snake-like eyes. To her, John was nothing more than prey struggling on the verge of death!
The level of liquor in the jug kept dropping.
Captain John knew his situation was perilous, but he simply could not think of a better solution. He had even lost his weapon because of his carelessness.
His superb swordsmanship was useless as well, unless...
Suddenly.
Captain John's eyes lit up, and delight surged through his heart. "That's right—Ares's Swordless Style!"
It was as if he had seized the only straw that could save his life. His mind rapidly recalled scenes of Ares's battles, most of them involving Ares using the