God Of Martial Arts

"You must have realized by now that your efforts are fruitless… and for good reason." The Martial Blade God spoke calmly.

Both of them were currently floating atop a devastated landscape. Nothing but absolute destruction could be seen for miles. At this point, they were floating above what could only be described as a sea of devastation.

However, both Martial Artists never got distracted by their surroundings. Their gazes were on each other the whole time.

"Your 12 Ultimate Forms… They were defeated a long time ago, by me." The Martial Blade God's words struck Edward in a heart-wrenching way.

"W-what…?"

"I once asked myself… what would happen if I were to be faced with the 12 Ultimate Forms that I created? Back then, it had been my masterpiece. However, in a situation whereby someone had mastered this technique and honed it to the same level of perfection as I had… How would I be able to defend myself against it?"