As his words fell, the long saber that had flown from his right hand suddenly began to tremble.
Then it turned into a stream of dark-purple liquid, flowing backward and burrowing back into his right wrist.
In the span of a few breaths, his entire right arm underwent an aberrant transformation.
Its skin turned into black keratin. Curved, hook-like blade claws grew from the tips of his fingers, a row of backward-growing bone spikes emerged along the outside of his forearm, and dense purple blade patterns surfaced across the bone beneath.
Barnes slowly sat up from the pool of blood.
The horrific wound in his chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Dark-purple flesh churned as it filled the gash, while the newly formed skin gleamed with a metallic luster.
His eyes had turned completely deep purple, his pupils contracting into vertical slits.
The blade intent around him was no longer scorching like flames. It had become cold, sharp, a keenness that seemed capable of slicing apart the soul.
He rose to his feet.
The five fingers of his Blade-Devouring Transformation right hand spread open, shooting out five streams of purplish-black blade qi from between them.
The blade qi struck the arena floor with the piercing shriek of a sharp edge scraping across metal.
"...Thank you, Yun Feiyang."
Barnes grinned, magma-colored blood still wet at the corners of his mouth.
"Thank you for forcing me to the brink of death. Only then could my bloodline divine ability fully awaken."
The instant his words fell, he moved.
He was unbelievably fast.
Yun Feiyang did not even see how he had appeared before him before Barnes's right claw was already gripping his wooden sword.
The moment the blade claws touched the wooden sword, an incomparably sharp blade intent