Jack watched Werther approach, his expression turning grim.
Werther was right. If Jack stayed in that form, he was no match for him.
"It's been a long time since I faced an opponent like you. In that case, I'll show you what I can really do."
The mammoth Jack had become slowly shrank. In the blink of an eye, he was human again.
Jack was much more muscular than Werther remembered. This was probably his human-beast form.
Jack glanced down at the wound over his heart. The gruesome injury was healing at a startling pace.
But that came at a cost: it consumed a great deal of his life force. As an Ancient Zoan, though, life force was the one thing he had to spare.
Jack took the two tusks from his neck and gave one a gentle pull. Its curved outer layer slipped away, revealing a long, curved blade inside.
With a few more movements, he held a long blade in each hand.
The blades had a strange shape, identical to that of his tusks.
They were swords, but to Werther, they looked more like Hook Scythes—sharp and cruel.
The weapons suited Jack perfectly.
"Come on. This is my strongest form."
Jack tightened his grip on the two Hook Scythes, coating them in a thick layer of Armament Haki.
Sensing the change in Jack's aura, Werther stopped.
Something felt odd. Jack's aura had not grown stronger. If anything, it had weakened slightly.
Still, Werther could not afford to be careless. He decided to test him.
Lightning Mode had pushed the activation of his body to its Extreme limit, greatly increasing his speed.
Werther's figure blurred. A flash of blue light later, he stood before Jack.
Clang.
Their weapons collided with a sharp, ringing crash.
Judging by the force against