A sense of danger—extreme danger—washed over Werther.
The old man before him was burning through his own life to fight.
Lightning surged around Werther as he activated the cells in his body. Soon, they reached their limit, and pale blue lightning began to shine from his skin.
Werther wrapped a tenth of his Haki around Intent Blood. The sword's black surface had begun to gleam.
He kicked off the ground and shot toward Gaban like a cannonball.
Seeing Werther vanish from where he stood, Gaban's mouth twitched. His heart churned like a stormy sea.
Gaban needed his Devil Fruit ability to move that fast, yet the demon before him had reached that speed through sheer physical power.
Gaban had already realized Werther was not a Devil Fruit User. His long axe contained Seastone.
When he had wounded Werther earlier, Werther had shown no reaction, and the lightning around him had not faded.
With his wealth of combat experience, Gaban immediately concluded that Werther was not a Devil Fruit User.
"Are all demons these days monsters?"
Despite his words, the force behind Gaban's axe did not lessen as he brought it down on Werther.
Werther raised his sword to meet it and immediately felt tremendous force behind the axe.
Speed was power. Once speed reached a certain point, striking force rose with it.
Gaban's axe had reached the speed of sound. If Werther's reflexes had not been inhuman, he could never have blocked that blow.
Boom! A thunderous crack rang out. The ground beneath Werther shattered, sending clods of earth shooting in every direction like shotgun pellets.
The flying dirt struck the people around them. Several samurai and pirates were riddled with holes, left bloody and mangled.
Stabs of pain ran through Werther's arms. He had nearly failed to hold back