“Shut your damn trap!” Benjamin jumped and swung his fist at full rage, but Amaal shapeshifted to look like Rebecca, and Benjamin’s fist stopped midway.

“Are you attacking your own wife?” Amaal didn’t just look like Rebecca but even mimicked her voice. “I can’t believe I married someone like you. Maybe, I should just faceplant into a bowl of blood and die!” As he said, he pierced Benjamin’s gut with the sword.

“Ngh!” Benjamin tightened his fist but still couldn’t land in on Amaal’s face as it looked like Rebecca. His energy was being sucked by the sword.

“Huhu… you’re much softer unlike your father,” Amaal twisted the sword to make Benjamin experience greater pain. “It looks like I’m going to win easily against you.” He pulled the sword out.

Benjamin’s wound wasn’t healing. “Is that sword made out of a halo?”

“You’re correct. This is a living weapon,” the sword in Amaal's arm turned into a snake and became his belt. “That wound will take a long time to heal even if it’s you. The bear