Boom! Boom!
Werther and Kizaru traded slash after slash, tearing up great swaths of ground around them.
After fighting Kizaru for a while, Werther could tell his swordsmanship was nothing special. Kizaru was relying on the sharpness of Ama no Murakumo and his own formidable strength to keep up.
When Werther had fought Aokiji, he had only needed to watch out for being frozen. With his Speed, dodging some of Aokiji's attacks had been easy.
Kizaru was different. Werther could not afford the slightest lapse against him. Kizaru was a Speed type too, and his speed in a straight line even surpassed Werther's.
Boom!
Werther failed to dodge in time and took a kick that sent him flying. At the same moment, he sliced through half of Kizaru's head. Unfortunately, Kizaru had turned to light to evade the blow. Werther had missed by a hair.
Flying through the air, Werther regretted the missed chance. He had caught Kizaru off guard and nearly killed him.
Kizaru's expression turned cold. If not for his wealth of combat experience and keen instincts, he might have died here without knowing what hit him.
Anger rose in him. He cast aside his carelessness. He had already sensed something was wrong with Werther, whose emotions were growing wilder and wilder.
Aokiji had been right. In the heat of battle, the Thunder Swordsman, who seemed normal enough most of the time, was an utter madman.
"Heh, now this is a satisfying fight. Kizaru, if you don't start taking it seriously, your carelessness might get you killed."
Just as Kizaru was about to attack, his Observation Haki sensed a presence approaching at high speed.
Thud.
A towering figure entered his perception.
Werther sensed the presence too. When he saw who had arrived, he knew today's affair was nearly