The God Hands, which were originally made based on Grid’s hands, bound together to form Grid’s arms and hands. They were judged as ‘prosthetic arm’ items and Grid could naturally handle all types of items without restrictions.

[It is too late.]

Zeratul’s thoughts resonated. It fluttered like he was excited. He seemed confident that he had a chance to win.

He had no choice but to think so. His self-defense power had been restored to its original state. It was a structure that could thoroughly neutralize Grid’s sword dance. Analyzing and neutralizing certain types of swordsmanship with the power of the Martial God was as natural and easy as an angel flapping their wings to fly.

Grid also understood. Therefore, he had been prepared. All the God Hands except the ones acting as prosthetic arms spread out like giant wings. They each held a different type of weapon and released a basic attack in unison.

In the distance, it was seen like wings unfolding.

[......?!]

Zeratul’s bewilderment was conveyed...