The dust cleared. The meteorite had smashed a deep crater into the ground where Werther and Fujitora had stood. Yet beneath their feet, the ground remained untouched, unlike the shattered earth around them.
Werther and Fujitora stood facing each other inside the crater.
"Is this how you plan to avenge your junior, Fujitora? It looks like you won't stop until I fight you with everything I've got.
"If you end up dead, don't blame me."
As he spoke, lightning flickered across Werther's body. He pushed Lightning Mode to its limit, activating his body to a considerable degree.
Fujitora said nothing. He took a reverse grip on his Cane Sword.
"Gravitational Blade: Tiger."
Fujitora slashed, and gravity across a broad swath before him turned chaotic, crushing everything caught within it.
Werther had already darted aside before Fujitora swung.
He realized Fujitora was nowhere near as fast as he had imagined—he was much slower than Werther.
The warped gravity pulverized the plants and rubble where Werther had just stood, gouging a long trench through the ground.
Seeing the power of that attack, Werther grew wary. Taking a direct hit would be bad.
That twisted gravity would damage not just the outside of his body, but his organs too.
While Werther was thinking, Fujitora struck again with the same reverse-grip slash.
Werther had no intention of taking it head-on. He dodged, then rushed straight at Fujitora.
Werther often used his speed to overwhelm opponents, and this time was no exception.
In an instant, he reached Fujitora, ready to teach him a lesson he would never forget.
Fujitora had used Gravitational Blade: Tiger twice in quick succession, expending considerable stamina. He was still catching his breath.
Yet when Werther appeared before him, Fujitora showed no alarm. Instead, he smiled.
"Electromagnetic Saw."
Intent Blood, blazing