An arm smeared with blood and dirt reached out of the crater.
"Cough, cough..."
Red-Haired looked battered. He had barely climbed out of the huge crater before he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"I let my guard down."
He looked around, and his face stiffened. Werther's slash had sent him flying all the way to the edge of the battlefield.
Despite his injuries, Red-Haired had lost none of his fighting strength. He quickly got to his feet.
Clang!
A wave of Sword Aura came at him from afar. Red-Haired nimbly dodged the slash, but Werther was charging right behind it.
The fight resumed, and the two once again fought to the death.
With the battle shifted to a new location, the shockwaves from their clashes sent every nearby soldier flying.
Boom! Boom!
Like two moving natural disasters, Werther and Red-Haired shattered the ground wherever they fought. Everything around them was destroyed.
The intensity of the fight rapidly drained their stamina.
Injuries were inevitable. After nearly two hours of fighting Red-Haired, Werther had been cut several times.
Red-Haired was worse off. Two vicious wounds marred his remaining arm, and Werther had stabbed him through the lower abdomen.
"Huff, huff..."
Their spent strength left them both gasping for breath.
"Red-Haired, if this is all you've got, you won't be avenging Yasopp."
Beneath his mask, Werther grinned with exhilaration.
In their previous fights, he had always been the one who came away more badly hurt. But as his strength had grown, Red-Haired had begun to fall behind him.
"What kind of monster are you?"
Red-Haired spat out bloody saliva and glared at Werther in frustration.
Werther had grown stronger at an unbelievable pace. They had seen each other only a few months ago, yet Werther now had a clear edge over him.