"Take him down!"
At Leopold's command, he lunged forward himself, launching a full-on assault toward Ethan without hesitation.
The Sea Blade Saint's weapon of choice was the sword—just like the Naga Swordsmen and Naga Swordmasters, he was a master of the blade.
In a flash, a gleaming sword, cold and sharp like a venomous serpent, shot from Leopold's hand and drove straight for Ethan's chest with deadly precision.
Clang!
But then—something no one expected.
A sharp, metallic ring echoed through the air.
The sword bounced off as if it had struck an impenetrable wall of steel.
"What the hell?!" Leopold's eyes widened, pupils contracting. His face twisted in disbelief.
He looked up—
And saw that Ethan's chest was no longer flesh and blood. It had transformed into a dazzling crystalline surface, glittering like a diamond under the sun.
That radiant, diamond-like armor shimmered with an almost blinding brilliance.
