Werther watched the enormous palm hurtle toward him. His heart was perfectly calm, without the slightest ripple.
With the last of his strength, Werther swung his sword.
"Secret Sword: Tsubame Gaeshi."
Darkness suddenly swallowed Sengoku's vision. Everything around him seemed to fall away as three dark-red arcs of Sword Aura slashed toward his palm.
Sengoku's heart tightened. Werther was gravely wounded, yet he could still unleash a strike this powerful. Was he even human?
Clang!
The Sword Aura of Tsubame Gaeshi struck Sengoku's palm, leaving three intersecting wounds.
It was not that Werther did not want to use a stronger move. He simply lacked the strength to unleash a supreme technique like Black Armament Sword: Ultimate Blade.
Boom! Sengoku's giant palm sent Werther flying. The shock wave left his body completely numb, but he still gripped Intent Blood.
Even if he died here, Werther would probably keep his sword clenched in his hand.
As a Great Swordsman, he would not deserve the title if he lost his weapon in battle.
While Werther was still flying through the air, a piercing eagle cry rang out.
Everyone instinctively looked up. A black Giant Eagle dove from the sky. Even with Garp and Sengoku present, the King of the Sky showed no fear, displaying the same disregard for death as Werther.
To everyone's surprise, the King of the Sky beat her wings and changed course before she got too close. She flew in the opposite direction, as though she had not come to rescue Werther at all.
"Not good! Stop that Giant Eagle!"
Garp was the first to notice something wrong. With a shout, he launched himself skyward using Geppo.
Werther's body, still airborne after Sengoku's blow, abruptly stopped. Then he rose into the sky and flew off in the same direction as