Carlos's right hand was wrapped in crimson Armament Haki. Every part of his body became a weapon of slaughter—fists, palms, claws, fingers, legs, elbows. His attacks poured down like a violent storm, giving the gray-clad swordsman no chance to retaliate, forcing him into defense with no power to attack.
Clang, clang, clang...
Swords striking flesh produced a rapid chorus of metal-on-metal clashes, playing a march of war. The gray-clad swordsman's expression was grave. Since setting out to sea, this was the first time he had been beaten into pure defense.
No one around them had any room to intervene in the battle between the two. Even the snipers hidden in the shadows turned their guns elsewhere.
Carlos could see that this gray-clad swordsman truly had some skill. He could actually hold on beneath Carlos's fierce assault, like a green pine amid a raging storm—battered terribly, yet never falling...
Since that was the case, Carlos resolved to unleash an even more terrifying storm and rip this weathered green pine out by its roots!
Hurricane Fist!
Carlos flicked a finger against the blade and knocked it aside. His ten fingers drew together into two fists as large as sandbags, and his fists swung one after another at the gray-clad swordsman. Countless fist shadows appeared, falling like raindrops.
More and more fist shadows emerged. The two fists, leaving countless afterimages, churned the air until the invisible currents gradually materialized into a tornado. The tornado tore at the gray-clad swordsman, affecting him in every way.
In the end, Carlos broke through his defenses and landed a fist on the gray-clad swordsman's chest. This was immediately followed by countless fists raining down across his entire body.
The final, heavy blow smashed into his cheek, visibly warping his face. His body crashed through the deck and