Charlotte Linlin's face darkened when she saw Werther's gaze.
"That damned sword. I'll snap it in half!"
With a roar, Charlotte Linlin charged at Werther. The wound on her back began bleeding heavily as she ran.
Werther watched her bear down on him. Ignoring the sharp pain in his chest, he raised his sword and met her head-on.
Boom!
A shock wave burst from where they clashed, flinging wreckage in every direction.
Werther leaned forward slightly to keep his balance. The tremendous force bearing down on Intent Blood surprised him.
Charlotte Linlin was in terrible shape, yet she still possessed such terrifying strength.
"Soul Bite!"
Her eyes bloodshot, Charlotte Linlin sent a translucent python surging from her shoulder toward Werther's face.
Though the python was formed by her Devil Fruit power, it looked startlingly real. Every scale was distinct, and Werther could even smell the stench from its four fangs.
Werther had no choice but to break off the contest of strength. He sprang sideways like a nimble leopard.
He leaped, rolled, and lunged forward in one fluid motion. Dodging did not mean retreating.
At Werther's speed, all an onlooker would have seen was a flash of blue light.
Slash!
A thick arm flew into the air.
Dust scattered as the arm traced an arc, leaving a few drops of blood in its wake before falling to the ground.
Werther had severed Charlotte Linlin's right hand once again.
Before Charlotte Linlin could cry out in pain, Intent Blood had reached her throat.
Werther's face was expressionless, a red gleam passing through his eyes. He felt no excitement at gaining the advantage and paid no heed to the stabbing pain in his chest.
In battle, Werther became a precision machine, his mind ceaselessly calculating every detail.
The angle and force of