"First one."
Werther pulled Intent Blood from the long-legged Sister Juice's body and flicked the blade.
"Ding." Black blood spattered away, leaving Intent Blood spotless again. It would not absorb the blood of the dead.
"Now, who's next?"
Barely twenty seconds had passed before the long-legged Sister Juice died. Big Mom had lost a daughter forever.
The Big Mom Pirates' five Sweet Commanders were down to four once more.
Werther looked toward Launi Aileen, and every hair on her body stood on end.
Her long cat tail puffed up, its fur turning fluffy—a feline's reaction to fear.
The space around Launi Aileen grew strange, rippling like water.
Werther moved and vanished from everyone's sight again.
It was no special ability. This was simply what happened when someone reached a certain speed.
Werther's speed, strength, reflexes, and recovery had all increased threefold.
The increase in strength was not yet obvious, but his speed had become terrifying.
He now moved faster than his enemies' eyes could track.
Worse still, even Observation Haki struggled to keep up.
He was not faster than Observation Haki itself, but once someone sensed his attack, they still needed time to react.
That tiny delay between the brain sending a command and the body obeying was enough to cost an enemy their life.
That was how the long-legged Sister Juice had died. She sensed Werther but had no chance to react.
The saying that speed alone could overcome any martial art was an exaggeration, but it held some truth.
Clang.
Intent Blood slashed through Launi Aileen's body, yet no blood appeared.
Her body turned faintly transparent. She had likely used some ability to enter another space.
Werther saw despair in her eyes—despair at the gulf between their strength.
"If this is all you can do, you'll never get