In Jack's perception, Werther had already appeared right in front of him.
But just as Jack raised his weapon to block, Werther's sword struck him, leaving another deep wound.
If Jack hadn't kept his head, neck, and heart guarded, he might already have been dead.
Before the blood from Jack's wound could hit the ground, Werther swung again.
Jack blocked that strike with his Hook Scythes, but Werther's second sword was already upon him.
Slash!
Another enormous sword wound opened across Jack's body.
No matter how strong Jack's recovery was, that much blood loss alone could kill him, never mind Werther's attacks still to come.
"Fang Blade Whirlwind!"
Jack roared. Gripping his two Hook Scythes, he began to spin furiously.
The two Hook Scythes became like twin meat grinders, shredding everything around Jack.
Werther had retreated as soon as he noticed Jack's movement, but even so, one of Jack's Hook Scythes caught him across the chest.
The two Hook Scythes in Jack's hands were vicious weapons. Even that glancing hit carved a chunk of flesh from Werther's chest.
Werther didn't even look at the wound. In this form, his own recovery was formidable.
The wound healed completely in just a few seconds, but healing didn't come from nowhere. It consumed a great deal of stamina, along with some Life Force from the Black Ring.
Werther narrowed his eyes. He realized that the stamina spent healing would shorten the time he could maintain this state.
After spinning at high speed for a while, Jack stopped. His footing turned unsteady, and he staggered several steps sideways.
Werther couldn't help chuckling. It seemed Jack had made himself dizzy.
But Jack quickly recovered and took a fighting stance.
"Lord Jack's losing ground."
One of Jack's subordinates blurted it out, then hurriedly shut his mouth