Garp let go, and Intent Blood was free again.
Werther had no intention of letting it end there. He swung Intent Blood, forming dozens of crisscrossing Silver-Blue Sword Auras before him. With his final slash, they surged toward Garp.
Garp barely had time to raise his arms before the Sword Auras swallowed him.
Werther brought the two Intent Blood blades together, returning them to a single sword. Its slashes were more powerful in this form.
As Werther drove Garp back, a figure in a purple robe reached him from behind.
Their clash had been brief but perilous, and it had cost Werther a great deal of strength.
His left arm still ached from trading punches with Garp.
Werther was a swordsman, after all, not a Hand-to-Hand Combat expert.
"Gravity: Blunt Blade."
Fujitora slashed Werther across the back. Werther immediately coated it in Armament Haki.
He knew it could not stop Fujitora's blade, but it might lessen the injury.
To his confusion, he felt no wound. It was as though Fujitora had struck him hard with the back of his blade.
That was impossible. The bad blood between them ran too deep for Fujitora to pull a blow.
Fujitora soon answered Werther's question with the blade in his hand.
Standing a short distance behind Werther, Fujitora slowly sheathed his Cane Sword.
Click. The Cane Sword slid home.
At that instant, Werther felt a crushing weight bear down on him, as though it would force him to the ground.
Both his legs sank into the earth. The immense Gravity clung to him without letting up.
Now Werther understood why Fujitora's attack had not wounded him.
A slash would have been less deadly than this relentless Gravity.
After all, he was fighting both Garp and Fujitora.
He had already been on the brink