Drag Sword

"How did you get your hands on this technique?" Arthur asked furiously.

Max glanced at him with a smile. "He gave it to me willingly."

"Willingly? Are you kidding me?" Arthur raged. "Why would he give you a technique willingly? This doesn't make sense at all."

Max shrugged. "I don't care. You're here to fight me, so let's fight."

"Humph, I was taking it easy on you, but I won't make the same mistake twice." Arthur snorted disdainfully, his aura surging as it reached its peak. Channeling the power of all eight of his avatars, Arthur's strength truly reached its maximum.

Max frowned slightly, sensing the pressure emanating from Arthur, but what happened next surprised him the most.

He watched, wide-eyed, as three more pairs of mist-condensed hands sprouted from Arthur's body, bringing the total to eight. Then, a moment later, each of the eight hands formed a mist sword, each gleaming with deadly intent.