After all, what he owned was not a sacred martial arts relic. It was impossible for him to block off such an incredible attack.
After his weapon had been reduced to powder, his body was slashed multiple times. The attack sent him flying, forming a deep ravine in the arena.
Primero's face contorted with rage when he saw that.
In the blink of an eye, Jared had acquired the Martial Arts Saint Sword and even injured Cinco and Rodrigo. Clearly, they were at a disadvantage.
“Get into formation!” Primero yelled suddenly.
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