The sword sliced through the air, arcs of electricity dancing across its surface.
Tillman thrust out his palm, trying to stop Werther's strike with his Devil Fruit power, but it was too late.
Just as Werther was about to cut Tillman down, something whistled through the air beside him. Kaido had hurled his Spiked Club.
Shhk.
Blood stained the tip of Intent Blood. A shallow wound appeared across Tillman's throat.
With a crash, the Spiked Club struck the metal floor and blasted out a deep crater.
Werther had wounded Tillman and dodged Kaido's Spiked Club at the same time.
Cold sweat ran down Tillman's temples. After only one exchange, he had nearly lost his life.
"What a shame."
Tillman had leaned back to evade that strike. It had wounded him, but the cut was not deep.
Clutching his throat with one hand, Tillman trembled.
The agony of Soul Severing and the Life Force absorbed by Intent Blood left him in torment.
Tillman was old, and his body was not particularly strong. Losing Life Force hit him hard.
His skin began to wither, and his hair grew even whiter.
Fighting Werther was that dangerous. One slip could cost a person their life.
Tillman leaped behind Kaido in a few strides, panting heavily.
"Kaido, watch out for that Cursed Sword. It's even more monstrous than you described."
Kaido gave a cold smile and rolled his head from side to side. After several sharp cracks, he charged Werther barehanded.
The floor trembled faintly beneath his feet. His massive body barreled toward Werther like a heavy tank.
Werther flickered forward. Before Kaido had taken two steps, Werther was already in front of him.
A pale-blue Sword Flash gleamed as Werther swung at Kaido.
As though he had not seen the sword, Kaido threw a