Hungry Wolf Brad took two steps back, despair filling his heart.
Seeing Brad's reaction, his vice-captain Rayleigh began to feel despair too.
He had never imagined that Hungry Wolf Brad, usually so vicious, would turn coward when it mattered most.
"Let's run, Captain Brad, while our men keep the Thunder Swordsman busy."
His vice-captain's words tempted Brad. He had no intention of fighting a monster like that. There was no chance of winning.
But just as they were about to flee, Blue Light flashed across the deck before them. Dense waves of Sword Aura burst outward from Werther in every direction.
"Captain Brad! Help! We're no match for him!"
"Ah, my leg! My leg's been cut off! Somebody help me!"
Brad froze at the hellish sight. He had known his men would not hold Werther for long, but he had never imagined they would be wiped out in an instant.
He glanced instinctively at Rayleigh beside him, only to see several severed pieces of flesh on the deck.
Werther's Sword Aura had sliced his vice-captain into pieces in an instant.
Brad stood there, even more lost than before. Just as he was about to resort to his last option and beg for mercy, Werther spoke.
After that brief clash, Werther knew these Pirate were laughably weak. He had no idea how they had reached the New World. They might have ranked below average on the Grand Line, but here they had to be at the very bottom.
It was enough to kill his interest.
"Do you want to die, or do you want to live?"
Werther kicked aside a corpse that Intent Blood had drained into a husk and smiled at the Pirate before him.
The Pirate exchanged confused looks at his words.
Then one quick-witted Pirate dropped to his