Werther looked at Drake, who seemed ready to retreat, and realized the man had only blocked his sword earlier through sheer dumb luck.
But that did not matter. Cutting into him felt unexpectedly satisfying, and Werther could sense Intent Blood's excitement.
Some time ago, Werther had discovered that Intent Blood did not grow stronger simply by drinking blood. Ordinary people's blood had almost no effect. It needed the blood of the strong, and the stronger they were, the more it grew.
After drinking so much of Sentomaru's blood just now, Intent Blood had clearly become a little sharper.
So Werther was not hacking away at this dinosaur merely because it felt good, or because of some strange obsession. He wanted Intent Blood to drink more blood from the strong. The blood of a massive prehistoric creature was especially nourishing to it.
Werther kept up his brutal assault. In less than a minute, Drake reverted to human form.
"Damn, you can't take much, can you? Hey, get up. Get up now and I won't kill you." Werther nudged Drake with his foot, hoping he would rise and keep fighting.
But after calling to him for a while and getting no response, Werther had to accept that he had beaten Drake unconscious.
He still did not let Drake off. He plunged both swords into Drake's chest and let Intent Blood continue drinking.
"Captain! What have you done to our captain, you bastard?"
"Let our captain go, or I'll shoot!"
"Everyone, find a way to save him! He's dying!"
The braver ones charged at Werther.
Werther watched the small fry rush him, baffled. Why did these up-and-coming pirates insist on taking on so much dead weight? Couldn't they learn from Luffy and stick to an elite crew?
He kicked one underling who reached