Beli's awakening gave Maud the speed to shatter light.
With Kizaru gravely wounded, this battle of one against two was nearing its end.
"Cough, cough..."
Kizaru bent slightly at the waist and coughed up a large amount of blood.
The hideous wound across his chest continued to stream blood.
As a result, the hand pressed against his chest looked pale and powerless.
In only a moment, a pool of blood had gathered beneath Kizaru's feet.
"This feeling... really is awful..."
Kizaru raised his eyes to Maud. When he spoke, that irritating drawl was gone.
Ever since he had risen to the position of admiral, he had never suffered such severe injuries in battle.
And in front of a monster like Maud, serious injuries meant defeat was not far away—and neither was death...
Maud stared expressionlessly at Kizaru.
Once a slash infused with Conqueror's Haki landed solidly, it could end a battle.
Although Kizaru could still stand, he no longer had the strength to contend with Maud.
That being the case, Fujitora alone absolutely could not stop him.
Maud had victory in the bag.
Fujitora's expression was grave as he reached Kizaru's side at top speed.
In truth, he understood as well.
From the moment Kizaru had been gravely wounded, they had lost any chance of stopping Maud, this ferocious beast.
"You've lost."
Maud slowly raised Shusui and pointed it at Kizaru and Fujitora.
When the cold glint on the blade's tip fell into Kizaru's eyes, it was more dazzling than sunlight.
"But the Marines... haven't lost yet..."
Kizaru stared fixedly at Maud. With every word he spoke, blood trickled from the corner of his lips.
At that moment,
the fighting across the battlefield was gradually reaching a fever pitch.
Although Maud had already swept away all the most troublesome Pacifistas,