Your Opponent Is Me

The vast battlefield fell into a brief dead silence.

Dozens of corpses lay strewn across the ground, their spurting blood dyeing large swathes of the floor red.

Severed limbs, mangled remains, and organs were scattered everywhere.

Faced with the scene before them, many people felt the urge to vomit.

If not for the ironclad rule that the one who stood out got shot first, they would have fled for their lives long ago.

"So this guy was pretending to be weak. No wonder he completely ignored my invitation earlier!" Cavendish's expression stiffened.

Thinking of how eagerly he had invited him before, he could barely save face.

He had fucking read the situation wrong!

However, just as those chaotic thoughts flashed through Cavendish's mind, a piercing sound of something cutting through the air suddenly rang out behind him without warning.

Seeing Sheepshead, a Beasts Pirates officer with a bounty of over two hundred million, appear behind him first like a ghost, Cavendish's expression changed drastically. He had never expected

the other party to attack him the moment he saw that things were taking a turn for the worse.

"Brat, go die! If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for getting involved with that guy!" Sheepshead shouted coldly, his face dark.

The katana clenched in his hand, coated in Armament Haki, let out a sharp whistle as it stabbed toward Cavendish.

It was so fast and powerful that, at such close range, it gave him the feeling that there was nowhere to dodge.

Watching the attack rapidly enlarge in his pupils, Cavendish was unwilling to surrender without a fight.

With a flick of his right hand, Durandal shot out once more.

Squelch!

A white thread suddenly shot out from beside him and wrapped directly around Durandal.

Cavendish's attack stalled for an