64. WINNER: THE STRONGEST SORCERER

Ares spat out blood as the heel destroyed a portion of his face, his eye included. He staggered back, and his wounds started to repair themselves.

“You are dead!”

Arthur settled into a fighting style, his left leg inched a bit away from the right. His hands tightened into fists and brought next to his face, his eyes stared at the man, scanning for any weak point.

Ares launched himself toward Arthur at high speeds, he sent a kick to Arthur's head.

Arthur was quick to raise his guard as he placed his forearm in front of him blocking the attack, the force behind the attack pushing him back a bit. His free hand was raised above his head and the elbow was brought on Ares's shin destroying the bone in one strike.

Ares hovered back as he limped to a stop, his healing restructuring his wounded leg. He glared at Arthur.

He could not figure the man out.

Arthur appeared in front of Ares, his hand grasped Ares's face, and his right foot was placed behind Ares as Arthur pushed on his hand,
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