Werther raised his sword, ready to take Hancock's head.
Hancock did not resist. She simply let Werther hold her by the hair.
Hancock was breathtakingly beautiful, but Werther felt nothing.
Beautiful Pirate women were not inflatable dolls. They were as dangerous as they were pretty.
Take Bonney, for example. If she had not worn a Seastone collar, Werther would never have touched her. Never.
"Farewell, Empress Boa Hancock."
Werther brought his sword down.
Clang!
Steel struck steel, sending sparks flying.
"Rayleigh!"
Werther's voice dropped as he glared at Rayleigh.
Rayleigh held a sword across Hancock's throat, blocking the strike.
Crackle, crackle.
Lightning surged along the surface of Intent Blood, trying to cut through Rayleigh's sword.
But Rayleigh's weapon was no ordinary blade. It held firm against Intent Blood.
"It's no use. Boa Hancock dies today. How long do you think you can stop me?"
Rayleigh said nothing. Behind his glasses, a strange light flickered in his eyes.
Werther forced his sword down. Rayleigh pushed back with all his strength.
Boom!
The force hurled them both apart. Hancock, already gravely wounded, was blown away too.
"Werther, haven't you noticed something strange about the clouds above the Sabaody Archipelago?"
At Rayleigh's words, Werther looked up.
Sure enough, dark clouds had gathered overhead, and he could faintly hear thunder rumbling.
"That coward can hide all he wants. Even if he's here, he wouldn't dare show himself on the Sabaody Archipelago.
"Don't forget, we're right below Mary Geoise. If he does show himself, someone else will deal with him. I won't even have to lift a finger."
Werther knew who had arrived, but he did not care.
"Werther, you've already wounded Hancock badly. Why not let her go?"
"No!" Werther refused without hesitation.
Things had gone too far. Letting Hancock go now would only