Boom! Boom! Thud!
Deafening crashes kept rolling across Kinoas Island. If the island had a mind of its own, it would probably have been crying. Two madmen were tearing it apart.
Werther was drenched in blood. Fine cuts covered his bare torso, and blood kept welling from them and dripping onto the ground at his feet.
He had no time to tend to the wounds. He and Kaido had been fighting since morning, and afternoon was already well underway. Neither could have counted how many wounds they had dealt the other.
Unlike Werther, Kaido had become a bloody mess without a single wound remaining on his body. His terrifying recovery was on full display.
"Hah... Hah..."
Werther stood where he was, catching his breath, his eyes locked on Kaido. He looked battered, but he could tell he had not used up that much stamina.
If the fight continued like this, he could hold out for at least another day or two.
Werther was a swordsman, not a Devil Fruit user like Aokiji or Akainu, whose decisive battle had somehow lasted ten days.
That was why Werther had long suspected those two had spent most of the fight using their Devil Fruit powers. The devastation of Punk Hazard offered a fair picture of what their battle had been like.
During the war at Marineford, Whitebeard, Akainu, and Werther had fought in a three-way clash. After only a dozen or so minutes, Akainu had been exhausted. That showed just how much stamina close combat at their level consumed.
For Werther to last this long in a straight-up physical fight with Kaido was astonishing enough. As for Kaido, Werther could only sigh.
Kaido was not even flushed or out of breath. He looked full of energy.
There was excitement in his eyes, though—the