Anthony bore a manic grin, drenched in blood, resembling a mad demon.
Watson's offensive was reversed in an instant, inflicting heavy damage on his body. Yet, it wasn't over. The jagged blade didn't continue its slash; it was firmly grasped. Although Anthony could sever Watson's fingers by twisting the blade, it was too late.
Anthony's figure froze momentarily. A storm of erosion surged like a tide from the gaps in the armor, as if some terrifying evil anomaly bound beneath this shell was now about to break free.
Without a moment's hesitation, Anthony's battle intuition made him decisively abandon the blade. He leaped backward as his eye glowed fiercely, a blinding sun rising beneath them.
Watson saw it.
Layer upon layer of dense scale armor covered Anthony's body surface, and in the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a black-armored warrior.
