Turning conviction into attack power.
With this trait, Sengoku could withstand Maud's attacks and hold his own against him.
But that did not mean he could defend against Maud's assault.
After exchanging only one or two blows, Maud found a way to end the battle in the shortest time possible.
He did not clash head-on with Sengoku. Instead, with a bizarre and unpredictable chain of attacks, he directly destroyed Sengoku's ability to contend with him.
The bloodstained twin blades brought forth a swath of blood and also took away Sengoku's vitality.
The enormous body radiating golden light recovered to its original form at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Sengoku was drenched in blood, his head hanging limply as his eyes gazed at the ground, flickering with indescribable emotions.
There was anger at his own powerlessness, and despair after losing every possibility.
But more than anything else, there was unwillingness to accept that things had come to this.
A great deal of blood gushed from his wounds, soon forming a pool beneath his feet.
The strength supporting his body was carried away along with the blood he was losing.
Suddenly, Sengoku staggered and collapsed to his knees, as if drained of all strength.
He wanted to turn around, but he no longer had the strength.
Maud withdrew his gaze from Kizaru and turned to Sengoku's back, saying coldly, "You've received my 'anger,' I presume, Sengoku."
"..."
Sengoku's lips slowly moved.
Whether it was the twin blades that had pierced his chest or the emotions Maud had recklessly revealed through his aura...
They were indeed filled with an anger that made it impossible not to look directly at it.
And Sengoku knew exactly where that anger came from.
But even though things had developed to this point, Sengoku might feel