"Haha...Clarent, you're the best." James suddenly said, his gaze painting a bright image.
It was obvious that Clarent was trembling, it couldn't wait to clash with the Fallen God's attacks. It was indeed King Arthur's weapon, the weapon of peace, but he was eager to fight.
As the old saying goes, "When a sword is forged, it must draw blood".
When James realised that the Fallen God was writhing in pain, he leapt to continue the attack. Again and again, he slashed his body with Clarent, and some of his attacks were successful, even if they were only tiny cuts.
"What kind of sword is that?!" the Fallen God suddenly shouted and suddenly opened his arms, unleashing a huge amount of energy. James was sent flying back almost 10 metres, the impact of the energy was so huge that even breathing was difficult for a few seconds.
