The Demon Blade! Every swordsman had heard something of its legend. Those who wielded one all met terrible ends, as though cursed. The mere mention of it struck fear into people's hearts.
Shiryu of the Rain did not believe those sensational tales, but he had encountered a so-called Demon Blade before.
A strange, sinister aura had clung to that blade, but it was faint. Compared to the aura erupting from Wuli now, it was nothing.
"This is getting more interesting. You have this kind of power and can still keep your wits about you. You've made me even more curious." An odd gleam flashed in Shiryu of the Rain's eyes. "Let's see how strong this Demonic Aura really is!"
Shiryu of the Rain's aura suddenly surged, and he swung his blood-red blade at Wuli.
A mighty crimson Sword Aura hurtled toward Wuli. Red light spread across the sky, and murderous intent seemed to fill the air. Its terrifying power made everyone hold their breath.
As Shiryu of the Rain's crimson Sword Aura strike closed in, a Demonic Aura gathered around Wuli's sword. It churned across the sky, sending a fierce gust of wind rushing forward.
Wuli unleashed a sword strike steeped in sinister energy to meet Shiryu of the Rain's crimson Sword Aura.
Boom!
The two forces collided with overwhelming power. Swirling currents formed in the sky and battered against each other. The air roared, and violent winds and waves rocked the surrounding ships. The warship beneath the two fighters creaked and cracked, as though it might break apart at any moment.
Everyone felt the force of their clash. Stunned, they stared at the warship.
"Looks like Shiryu of the Rain is getting serious," Blackbeard said, watching him.
"That Navy Captain's Sword Aura can't withstand Shiryu of the Rain's attack.