Whoosh~
The Black Shark Sword was swift as lightning, aiming straight for Smith.
"Hmph~"
Smith, worthy of being a High-Tier Blood Race, suddenly expanded his body, bursting out of his expensive tailored suit, as his pale skin turned to a dark brown, resembling crude, thick cowhide.
One by one, pitch-black veins operated in the swollen muscles, like poisonous snakes slithering around.
The rushing blood, surging blood energy, followed Smith's punch, sparking wind and thunder, sweeping in all directions.
Clang~
The clash of fist and sword produced a resounding toll, akin to a bell ringing loudly, the resulting airwave tearing the luxurious oak dining table between them into scattered chips, while the church's glass shattered to pieces.
"Seven Sins Martial Scripture," Pig Form of Gluttony!
