บท 133: The War (2)

"Did you really think you could win against me?" Ben asked, giving a slight swipe on the arm that met Wrik's sword.

"Like I said," Wrik said, attacking again. "We will see." 

Ben was probably making the conversation for taking a breather, but how could Wrik let him. He did not give Ben time to breathe and attacked again with full force. The one hundred and eighty-two maha point inside his circulation system swirled with madness, forcing out his full potential. 

Ben did not pull away again, smiled as Wrik gazed at his arm. They had a sharp edge like a gauntlet sword now, but it was a part of the body and it was not any bit inferior to his sword. Appeared like it was made of metallic bone, and it was looking pretty nasty and deadly.