"Agh!" Ambrose flew through several trees and crashed into the side of a small mountain.
After he recovered from the impact, he shouted angrily. "What happened to not wanting scars on my body, huh?"
"Haha, I am just roughing you a little bit." Rocinante walked over the destroyed trees with the rusty sword in hand. "Also, it's my body from now on. You are just a placeholder."
Boom!
A golden-bodied figure jumped from far away and slammed his fist across Rocinante's face.
Rocinante stumbled to the side, but there didn't seem to be any visible damage to its face. It simply moved its head left and right, then kicked Mars with its powerful skeleton leg.
Mars crossed his arms in front of him and tanked the kick. However, his legs still slid backwards, and he almost fell to the ground but barely managed to stay standing.
His arms were aching from the impact of the kick.