"Your strength is really becoming more and more pathetic, you Navy brat!"
The spiked club and blade pressed tightly against each other. Kaido's face twisted ferociously. "What, have you been forcing yourself this long only to finally run out of strength?!"
"Don't worry. Not even close."
Noah remained expressionless as he slowly forced back the advancing spiked club, letting out a cold laugh.
"I can keep you company for another week without any problem. I've got plenty of time. But you, Kaido... you're already desperate, aren't you?"
In truth, after four consecutive days of unrelenting high-intensity battle, both his and Kaido's conditions had visibly declined.
There was little difference when they traded ordinary moves, but whenever they burst forth with power, the destruction they caused was already on an entirely different level from when the battle had begun.
By today, the two had used large-scale destructive techniques less and less often. They were mostly relying on pure physical exchanges of fists and kicks, trying not to waste even a trace of their remaining stamina.
"You bastard..."
At Noah's words, Kaido's expression instantly darkened further, his eyes so gloomy they seemed ready to spit fire.
Noah's words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into his heart with absolute precision.
That was right. Of course Noah was not in a hurry. Marine Headquarters had surely already taken action, and its reinforcements were probably on their way.
But Kaido was different!
For this expedition, he had brought the entire foundation of the Beasts Pirates with him. There would be no reinforcements coming afterward.
And beyond that, the most crucial point was that every additional day he spent fighting this Marine would deal an even heavier blow to his reputation.
—It was simply too humiliating!
His defeat at the G-1 Branch last year