The towering sword light soared straight upward, splitting in an instant into five thousand five hundred swallow-shaped strands of sword aura at the summit of the blue sky before plunging toward the ground like a setting sun and a sinking ship.
Caught off guard, Uvogin and his companion had no time to dodge, and were even less willing to stop the fight before them. They could only barely hold out with a formidable physique and fierce flashes of a blade.
Ginta, meanwhile, fought steadily, handling the two Spiders' combined assault while using his nimble footwork to slip past the sword aura time and again, completely unscathed.
"[Beast of Calm]."
Serenity surfaced in Ginta's round eyes. Though he was a hulking, powerfully built man with an afro, his movements were now graceful and his footwork agile. His punches struck like thunder, and he dispersed force like the wind, precisely blocking every fierce attack the two launched in that brief span. He was the very image of a martial arts grandmaster.
His ability let him switch between three forms: [Beast of Rage], [Beast of Calm], and the strongest, [Beast of Heaven and Man].
The form he used most often was his current [Beast of Calm], which he had developed only after spending three full years eating, drinking, and living alongside an elderly stag that had surpassed its natural lifespan.
In this form, every martial skill he possessed came as naturally as moving his own limbs, and both his reactions and speed far exceeded their usual levels.
Meanwhile, Mizaistom stood amid the collapsed ruins of East Lake Prison, holding a red card as he quietly observed Ginta's fight.
His [Yellow Card] immobilized everyone within its restraints, friend and foe alike, so in group battles, he preferred the single-target [Red Card].
"Too bad Ginta's