To win this round, neither of them could dodge.
Saint Garling's blade cut across Shane's chest.
It carved a massive, bloody gash across his actual body, leaving white bone clearly visible beneath the flesh.
And Shane's fist had pierced his chest as well.
Blood streamed everywhere!
"Cough! You're not that strong either, Shane!"
Saint Garling gave a bitter laugh. He knew this slash was enough to stay with Shane for a long time.
"You're even weaker."
Shane had struck with everything he had, concentrating all his strength in his fist. Neither elementalization nor a physical body could stop that blow.
"I could have repelled your slash, but then I wouldn't have been able to kill you."
Both of them were drenched in red.
"Hahahaha! You're doomed! And so am I."
Saint Garling's eyes were lifeless.
The Pale Blade was the Death Knight's blade, and naturally, it had exposed bone.
He had practically cut Shane in half, despite the reinforcement of his mutant exoskeleton and dragon scales.
Even the Lunarians' flames had been of no use.
Before absolute power, all defenses seemed futile.
And there was no surviving the wound he had received, either.
"Not a shred of strength left. Killing someone who relies purely on Haki is too hard."
Shane's lips curled upward as well, returning his smile.
Pain and exhaustion filled his body, but he had absolutely no strength left to repel them.
I'm going to die!
Definitely!
Just what drug did Saint Saturn give him? What the Scientific God of War possessed had, after all, been hidden for eight hundred years.
In fact.
Even if Shane hadn't struck Saint Garling, he wouldn't have survived that last slash.
Just as Shane had repelled his strength, he too had wrung out everything he had.
Both of them had gambled with