"You arrogant son of a bitch! Take this!"
A whistle accompanied Jonas' roar as he drew a sword that was three feet long. The blade gleamed under the sun.
Black spiritual energy enveloped the sword in no time like a thin layer of black mist. Jonas had surpassed the advanced stage of the Amalgamation Phase and had stepped into the early stage of the Renascence Phase. His imposing manner caused everyone on the platform to feel suffocated.
The Holy Division's students paled as sweat streamed down their faces. That was the strength of a Titan, he could win a fight with looks alone.
Jonas shook his arm, and a black sword silhouette flew toward Isaac's forehead.
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