Batuul's arrival lifted Anthony's spirits.

Anthony realized that Bailey, sent by the Hall of Gods, had a well-thought-out plan for gathering strong individuals from various nations in such a short time.

Willem, clad in a red robe, suddenly spoke with a smile. "Mr. Batuul, I've heard that you have perfected your body with Adamantine Body Art, which is quite impressive. I wonder if you could show us?"

Before Batuul could respond, a bald disciple behind him sternly interjected. "My master is the Fist Sage of Alabastria, not a circus clown. Show some respect!"

"I'm particularly intrigued because Mr. Batuul is the Fist Sage. I'd like to see the authenticity of the Adamantine Body Art he teaches." Willem grinned, revealing his two fangs.

Batuul responded calmly, "Feel free to test it yourself, Mr. Willem."

"Alright then." Willem turned into a crimson blur, and he swiftly lunged forward.

His left hand's black nails shot out instantly, extending 40 inches like sharp blades. With a fi