Fujitora was startled. The pressure of the wind rushing toward him told him Werther's attack was not to be underestimated.
"Gravity Wall."
A dark purple veil formed before Fujitora. Gripping his Cane Sword, he stood his ground, alert.
Sengoku and Garp wanted to help Fujitora, but it was already too late.
The Lightning Treasure changed course under the sudden pull of gravity and struck the space in front of Fujitora.
Fujitora breathed a sigh of relief. He could see that Werther was fighting for his life.
Just as Fujitora let down his guard, blue-white arcs flashed across Werther's fingertips. He snapped his fingers, and the Lightning Treasure exploded with a deafening roar.
The sudden blast caught Fujitora off guard. Its tremendous force did not injure him, but it sent him staggering back several steps.
Werther seized the opening and kicked off the ground. His foot left a deep crater in the golden deck as he shot toward Fujitora.
Garp and Sengoku were not about to stand by. An iron fist coated in Armament Haki and a massive palm struck at Werther together.
The shockwave reached him before the blows did.
It left Werther dazed, but he did not stop. He swung his sword at Fujitora.
Werther's slash landed at the same moment as Garp's and Sengoku's attacks.
Slash! Blood sprayed as Werther carved a deep wound across Fujitora's chest.
Boom! The fist and palm struck Werther together. In that instant, he felt certain he would not survive.
Werther became a blur as he was hurled far away. One side of his back was visibly caved in.
Thud! Werther hit the ground, scattering Beli across a wide area. Blood slowly seeped out beneath him, staining the floor red.
Garp and Sengoku looked grim. The three of them had surrounded Werther, yet