"You must have realized by now that your efforts are fruitless… and for good reason." The Martial Blade God spoke calmly.
Both of them were currently floating atop a devastated landscape. Nothing but absolute destruction could be seen for miles. At this point, they were floating above what could only be described as a sea of devastation.
However, both Martial Artists never got distracted by their surroundings. Their gazes were on each other the whole time.
"Your 12 Ultimate Forms… They were defeated a long time ago, by me." The Martial Blade God's words struck Edward in a heart-wrenching way.
"W-what…?"
"I once asked myself… what would happen if I were to be faced with the 12 Ultimate Forms that I created? Back then, it had been my masterpiece. However, in a situation whereby someone had mastered this technique and honed it to the same level of perfection as I had… How would I be able to defend myself against it?"