"A weapon that can absorb the Source of Life. How rare."
Antonio Alexan remained where he stood, as still as an ancient tree.
The severed trees seemed capable of endless regeneration. After a short while, they grew back and surged toward Werther again.
Werther dealt with them the same way as before, sending out webs of sword strikes that shredded the trees.
But he could not keep that up forever. In the cramped Underground Altar, Antonio Alexan held a clear advantage. Werther needed a different battlefield.
Trees had long since sealed the entrance behind him. Not only could they regenerate without limit, they also blocked Observation Haki. They were a nightmare to deal with.
The place had become a sealed chamber.
"Hoo."
Werther let out a long breath and tapped the hilt of Intent Blood with his forefinger.
Intent Blood had accompanied Werther through countless battles. It immediately understood what he wanted, and blood-red tendrils spread outward.
"Intent Blood, maximum output."
The blood-red tendrils paused. Then they began to change, turning a more vivid crimson.
The moment they touched Werther's body, a sharp sting ran through him, followed by pain that seared itself into his bones.
"Aaah!"
Even Werther could not hold back a roar. The pain was that fierce.
Blood-red mist billowed outward like a rising tide. At its dense center, a pair of red eyes stood out, as though a blood-soaked Asura were about to descend upon the world.
Antonio Alexan, who had been watching coldly from the side, suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. Something about the Swordsman before him was wrong.
Antonio Alexan was a schemer, one who had lived for over five hundred years while lurking in the shadows.
Werther was a battle maniac. Once a fight began, he became a demon who would