Kapitel 323: The Funeral

"Loki, pour water on him or something!" Ambrose shouted while running towards Mars.

Loki snapped his fingers, and the water from the foggy ocean suddenly flew across the air and landed on top of Mars, soaking him from head to toe.

When the water hit the golden flames, thick steam burst out and filled the air.

The steam rose high into the sky, creating a thick fog that obscured the view.

At that moment, Ambrose felt his swords turn much heavier after turning their weight heavier.

"Mortal Style..." He switched the blades into the reverse grip and whispered, "Geschwind!"

With the Formlessness and the strange footwork of Mortal Style, he crossed the distance and struck Mars with dual slashes. He immediately reappeared further away from Mars as he moved with such incredible speed that it made him look like he was teleporting.