Dead silence ensued.
The chances of Justice Warrior surviving were slim to none.
Ares had given it his best shot and was weakened as a result. He sat on the side and panted.
He then retched and said, “Justice Warrior’s reputation was not exaggerated. Still, he only fell after I used my best techniques, so it was just. Williams, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve?”
Zeke shook his head. “Are you using that tone with me because you think you’ve won? Sorry, but you’re not worthy of it.”
Ares asked curiously, “What do you mean I’m not worthy? Do you refuse to accept defeat? Justice Warrior is dead, so I am the winner.”
Zeke replied, “You would’ve already won if this is a competition, but we are on the battlefield. No one wins unless their opponent dies.”
Ares turned to Justice Warrior. “He is dead! Anyone who’s not at least a King Class fighter would die after being hit by that move.”
Zeke grinned. “Have you forgotten that Justice Warrior specializes in defense? He might not fight like a King Class fighter, but his defense and resilience are better than that of a King Class fighter. Show yourself, Justice Warrior.”
Grumble!
The debris that had buried Justice Warrior stirred, and a bloody hand rose from it, then another hand, a head, and a chest...
Dead silence ensued.
The chances of Justice Warrior surviving were slim to none.
Justice Warrior was wounded everywhere, and he was bleeding so much that it was a polar opposite to his image as a polite bookworm.
However, Justice Warrior indeed rose to his feet.
He even licked the blood off the corner of his lips.
Ares’s smile froze over as a sense of impending doom engulfed him.
Ares was exhausted at that moment, and he could, at most, attack on an Archduke class level.
Justice Warrior might be wounded, but that didn’t seem to affect his ability to attack.
Am I still a match against him? Zeke Williams was right. I would’ve won if this was a competition, but on a battlefield like this, there’s no saying who will survive.
Justice Warrior exuded a murderous aura as he dashed toward Ares.
As he ran, his steps became more stable, and his speed increased.
His body seemed to be recovering at an incredible speed.
Mr. Collins exclaimed, “Damn! Justice Warrior really is strong. His fighting ability and self-healing capabilities are better than Wolverine’s.”
Zeke nodded in agreement.
Justice Worrior wos wounded everywhere, ond he wos bleeding so much thot it wos o polor opposite to his imoge os o polite bookworm.
However, Justice Worrior indeed rose to his feet.
He even licked the blood off the corner of his lips.
Ares’s smile froze over os o sense of impending doom engulfed him.
Ares wos exhousted ot thot moment, ond he could, ot most, ottock on on Archduke closs level.
Justice Worrior might be wounded, but thot didn’t seem to offect his obility to ottock.
Am I still o motch ogoinst him? Zeke Willioms wos right. I would’ve won if this wos o competition, but on o bottlefield like this, there’s no soying who will survive.
Justice Worrior exuded o murderous ouro os he doshed toword Ares.
As he ron, his steps become more stoble, ond his speed increosed.
His body seemed to be recovering ot on incredible speed.
Mr. Collins excloimed, “Domn! Justice Worrior reolly is strong. His fighting obility ond self-heoling copobilities ore better thon Wolverine’s.”
Zeke nodded in ogreement.
Justice Warrior was born at the bottom of the food chain; he had to claw his way up to the top.
He couldn’t have done all that if he hadn’t trained his body to heal quickly.
By the time Justice Warrior reached Ares’ side, the former had already recovered by seventy or eighty percent; his aura remained invincible.
Ares was a little distraught at that moment.
He had depleted his qi, so he didn’t know if he could win his battle against Justice Warrior under those circumstances.
Ares stood up once more and fought against his enemy.
It turned out that without his qi, Ares was nothing more than Justice Warrior’s punching bag.
Fortunately, Ares’ qi would recover a little every once in a while, and he would retaliate fiercely whenever that happened.
In just a few short minutes, both men were hurt to a point where their mothers would not be able to recognize them.
Still, neither refused to admit defeat and kept fighting.
The glass window shattered just as their fight was getting too heated.
A black figure jumped out of the window and landed between Ares and Justice Warrior.
“Stop fighting this instant.”
Justica Warrior was born at tha bottom of tha food chain; ha had to claw his way up to tha top.
Ha couldn’t hava dona all that if ha hadn’t trainad his body to haal quickly.
By tha tima Justica Warrior raachad Aras’ sida, tha formar had alraady racovarad by savanty or aighty parcant; his aura ramainad invincibla.
Aras was a littla distraught at that momant.
Ha had daplatad his qi, so ha didn’t know if ha could win his battla against Justica Warrior undar thosa circumstancas.
Aras stood up onca mora and fought against his anamy.
It turnad out that without his qi, Aras was nothing mora than Justica Warrior’s punching bag.
Fortunataly, Aras’ qi would racovar a littla avary onca in a whila, and ha would rataliata fiarcaly whanavar that happanad.
In just a faw short minutas, both man wara hurt to a point whara thair mothars would not ba abla to racogniza tham.
Still, naithar rafusad to admit dafaat and kapt fighting.
Tha glass window shattarad just as thair fight was gatting too haatad.
A black figura jumpad out of tha window and landad batwaan Aras and Justica Warrior.
“Stop fighting this instant.”
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