Werther sensed his own Time Flow and knew he couldn't drag this out any longer.
Sparks Gaban was old and frail. He couldn't outlast Werther, but if he touched him a few more times, Werther could still lose.
Having his body suddenly slowed while moving at high speed would inflict unimaginable damage on his vulnerable organs.
If Gaban had been young, Werther might have faced a hard fight. But when he saw Gaban panting in the distance, he shook his head. Time spared no one.
"Sparks Gaban, I have to admit you must have been strong once. But this isn't the age of you old men anymore."
Werther decided to get serious and finish Gaban quickly.
After a moment's thought, Werther abandoned the idea of using Crimson Regalia.
Crimson Regalia was powerful now, but it consumed too much energy. He could use it safely for only a minute.
If he wasn't using Crimson Regalia, he would combine lightning with swordsmanship.
Several long spears made of lightning slowly formed above Werther's head.
Lightning Treasure.
Werther coated the spearpoints of Lightning Treasure with Haki, then walked toward Gaban.
His speed kept rising and falling unpredictably, so he didn't dare go all out.
Suddenly slowing while moving at high speed would not only damage his organs, it would leave a huge opening.
This wasn't a game. If Gaban's long axe struck a vital spot, Werther would die.
He could never underestimate an opponent in battle. Unlike Kaido, Werther didn't have a nearly immortal body.
A smile appeared on Gaban's aged face when he saw Werther approach at a measured pace.
This was how Gaban fought: he limited his enemy's speed while increasing his own.
"Pretty sharp, aren't you, brat?"
Gaban used his ability again. A strange ripple spread across the long axe in