"My Haki only turns my arm into a single whole, making it as hard as steel."
"Tempering a Black Blade, however, means filling my muscles, sinews, bones, and blood with Haki, allowing them to combine into an even harder structure."
"Over time, that will forge a true—Black Blade!"
Battle was the best teacher for Ares.
"Ha ha ha ha..."
Having realized this, Ares could not help laughing wildly in delight, excitement surging through him.
His dream was to forge his body into something capable of surpassing a Supreme Grade Sword!
Nothing could make him happier than that.
Ares was delighted.
He knew he had taken another step toward his dream.
He was now even closer to making his physique surpass a Supreme Grade Sword.
And the way Ares looked made Redfield feel only one thing—madness!
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Two hours of fierce battle.
It still had not ended. In fact, Ares grew fiercer the longer they fought.
Ares had constantly been trying to alter his Blood-colored Armament Haki, and he had already tasted success. His attacks became increasingly fierce and razor-sharp.
His swordsmanship had improved by leaps and bounds.
The one who felt this most directly was naturally Ares's opponent, the Lone Red, Redfield.
"Monster!!"
"This guy isn't human!!"
"He's just a monster wearing human skin!!!"
He was on the verge of breaking down. Ares was treating him like a whetstone, using him to test all kinds of swordsmanship techniques and insights.
The more he honed himself, the sharper he became!
Redfield could only watch as Ares's slashes grew sharper and more powerful...
He watched Ares's strength increase...
And even...
What made things even more difficult for him was that Ares seemed to be learning his swordsmanship as well.
Redfield wanted to stop him too.
But he simply had no way to