So fast!
Onigumo was startled. A sense of danger prickled at his back. His extensive combat experience made him draw his sword without hesitation and slash viciously behind him.
Clang!
A dull clash of blades rang out, sparks flying everywhere.
The next instant.
Onigumo felt an overwhelming force surge toward him like a bursting mountain flood. He could not withstand it at all, staggering backward more than a dozen steps before barely stopping, gasping for breath.
Shiryu, on the other hand, had only taken two or three slight steps back. His breathing remained calm and steady. Seeing Onigumo look over, he bared his teeth in a mocking grin.
Though it had only been a tentative first exchange.
The difference between them.
In terms of strength, was already obvious.
"Again!"
Fury flared in Onigumo's eyes. His entire presence condensed to its peak, his body taut as a drawn bowstring. He shot forward like a meteor, and at some point, the blade in his hand had turned completely black.
"Armament Haki, huh..."
Seeing this familiar sight, an unreadable look appeared in Shiryu's eyes, though he sneered. "That's no longer something only you have..."
The moment he finished speaking, he too burst forward. His crimson-gold famed blade, blackened with Armament Haki, came crashing down!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Having both used Armament Haki, the two brought out everything they had. The level they displayed was completely different from before.
The surrounding prison guards could only see two afterimages constantly crossing and colliding. The gusts kicked up by their blades made their hearts pound, forcing them to retreat to the edges.
That did not stop them from watching the battle. As time passed bit by bit, even an idiot could see that while the situation had barely remained balanced at first, it was now becoming