Moke's expression changed slightly, and he secretly marveled, As expected of his reputation... this guy really is brave!
At the same time, he did not hesitate to grip the hilt of Sandai Kitetsu at his waist. In an instant, the blade flashed with a cold gleam as it was drawn like lightning.
With a swing of his arm, Moke brought Sandai Kitetsu down viciously toward Jack the Drought with an incomparably fierce momentum.
A crisp clash rang out—"Clang..." It was deafening, as though the entire space had begun to tremble.
Jack the Drought's fist had long been covered in a thick layer of Armament Haki, and it now collided head-on with the incomparably sharp Sandai Kitetsu in Moke's hand.
The two terrifying forces clashed wildly in midair like savage beasts. The shockwaves they produced spread in all directions like raging tides.
For a moment, the gale howled and sand and stones flew everywhere. The people nearby felt the fierce wind battering their faces, making their clothes flap violently. The weaker civilians could barely keep their footing, swaying as if they could be blown away at any moment.
Yet in the face of such a breathtaking scene, Jack the Drought merely curled his lips into a disdainful smile and mocked, "Hmph, that's all you've got? You're worse than even my subordinates! Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
With that, he suddenly increased his strength, intending to crush this overconfident opponent in one blow.
Moke's lips curved upward in a faint smile. "Strength is important, but it is only one aspect of a person's power. It does not represent everything."
Before he had even finished speaking, a series of crackling sounds erupted, as though countless bolts of thunder were exploding in the sky.
Immediately afterward, an incomparably powerful surge of lightning burst from Moke's body