"Hey, are you really a swordsman? Your attacks are so wild you don't even think about defending yourself."
Werther twirled the Dragon Bone several times, caught it in his hand, then walked slowly toward Diamante.
Diamante retched for a while before finally recovering. He was certain now: the man before him was that legendary monster. There was no mistake.
He hadn't even seen Werther move, and Werther wasn't using his preferred weapon.
Still, Diamante got to his feet. Chances to fight someone this strong were rare. Besides, their sides were allies now. Werther probably wouldn't kill him, right?
Diamante charged Werther again. Werther swung the Dragon Bone, and the two resumed their fight.
The spectators were stunned. None of them had expected to see this in the arena.
Their former hero, Diamante, was getting thrashed by a mysterious hooded man. Again and again, the man knocked him down with the long white rod in his hand, and again and again, Diamante got back up.
The three Donquixote Family members watching were just as shocked.
"Who... who is that guy? How is he so strong?"
Jora muttered the question and looked at the two beside her. They were staring at the scene in equal disbelief.
Many spectators swallowed hard. Then they began to cheer. When had they ever seen a fight like this? The hero of the Corrida Colosseum was being knocked down so easily. The sheer contrast thrilled them.
Diamante lay on the ground, struggling to catch his breath. The gap between them was enormous. If Werther got serious, Diamante might be dead in moments.
"I've heard Doffy talk about you before, but I never imagined you were this strong."
Werther paused at Diamante's words, then realized Diamante must have recognized him.
"Is that so? There's one mistake everyone in