Onigumo, grievously wounded, struggled to swim back to the warship from the sea. The savage wound that had nearly pierced straight through his entire chest from top to bottom was still gushing blood.
Aside from the weakness brought on by massive blood loss, every muscle and bone in Onigumo's body had been torn and fractured by the fierce battle. This formidable Marine vice admiral could now barely stand only with the support of his soldiers.
The sight was unbearably miserable, but Onigumo knew that this was already the result of Rayleigh holding back.
If Rayleigh had not been unwilling to slaughter wantonly, Onigumo would have died beneath that sword strike just now.
Yet Rayleigh's restraint did not inspire any gratitude in Onigumo. Instead, it filled this Marine commander, irreconcilably opposed to all pirates, with unbearable humiliation and anger with nowhere to vent.
However, those negative emotions did not last long before Onigumo, like every other spectator present, sank into utter shock and awe.
A storm gathered over the distant sea, layers of clouds churned, and white waves surged skyward.
With every sword Rayleigh swung, both sky and sea trembled.
The black blade was like the scepter of a god, wantonly stirring wind and clouds, tearing space apart.
Onigumo had faced Rayleigh's sword directly, so he naturally knew how sharp and terrifying Rayleigh's slashes were.
And now, the power Rayleigh displayed with each swing was even more vast than when he had fought Onigumo, enough to inspire fear at a glance.
Yet such a powerful Dark King Rayleigh had been stopped.
"He's actually this strong?!"
Forcing his severely injured body to remain upright, Onigumo stared in shock at Garen, who was clashing head-on with Rayleigh in the distance.
This young "great swordsman" had exchanged dozens of rounds with Dark King Rayleigh