Clang—clang—clang—
Murakumogiri struck the ground again and again. Whitebeard Newgate stood there with an air of supreme confidence, an oppressive aura as suffocating as a raging flood or savage beast radiating from him.
With overwhelming Haki, he said, "Samurai, state your name!"
"I am Shimotsuki Ushimaru!" Ushimaru tightened his grip on his samurai sword. The immense pressure bearing down on him made his expression tense.
He knew all too well how much pressure rested on his shoulders. He absolutely could not lose this battle!
Buzz—buzz—
Flowing Armament Haki traveled along his arm and poured into the samurai sword. Roaring flames ignited along the blade.
Whitebeard's burly figure stood on the field like a small mountain. He grinned. "Gurararara—Shimotsuki Ushimaru, come at me!"
"As you wish!"
Whoosh—
Flames blazed around Shimotsuki Ushimaru's entire body. Like a fire burning across him, he transformed into a dazzling streak of light that tore through the night sky.
Radiance swirled around him like a meteor as he wielded the Black Blade 'Shusui.'
Whitebeard rotated Murakumogiri in his hand, his expression turning serious. "What an extraordinary samurai."
"I promised Ares that I would win this duel..."
As he stood there with supreme confidence, black-and-red lightning crackled across the blade of his naginata.
He bent both legs. His bulging thigh muscles pressed tightly against his trousers, stretching them to the limit.
Just before the streak of light arrived,
Whitebeard suddenly swung Murakumogiri.
Clang—
The weapons collided, erupting with dazzling light that illuminated the night sky as brightly as day.
Chaotic waves of air raged outward like ferocious beasts, destroying everything around the two men.
After a brief deadlock, Murakumogiri's blade completely forced down Shusui in Shimotsuki Ushimaru's hands.
"What?!" Ushimaru's expression changed, and his heart sank. "This guy's strength is just like Ares's. He's a monster!"
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