The umbrella in Redfield's hand drew a perfect blood-red arc through the air, once again precisely annihilating the silver rain of sword strikes Adams had unleashed.
He took a step back, his chest rising and falling slightly as his breathing grew somewhat heavy. Two consecutive days of high-intensity combat had placed far too great a burden on his aged body.
"Garp and Sengoku have arrived..."
Redfield spoke, his voice carrying a trace of barely noticeable exhaustion.
"Are you... still going to keep fighting?"
His powerful Observation Haki, which covered the entire island, had detected the arrival of those two old rivals the moment Garp and Sengoku set foot on the island.
Adams was still full of spirit. The vast stamina within him, like an ocean, seemed to have only been half depleted. With a flick of his wrist, Azure Heaven and Yellow Springs traced a beautiful flourish, its tip pointed directly at Redfield.
"Then stop holding back. Show me your true strength, and let's settle this quickly! I imagine your stamina is nearing its limit as well. Defeat me in time and read my memories, and you may still have a chance to leave this island."
His voice carried unquestionable certainty.
"Let me witness the true splendor of the legendary great Swordmaster, Red the Aloof...!"
Redfield's clouded eyes became brighter than ever at that moment, as though two flames were burning within them.
He looked deeply at Adams. A thousand unspoken words ultimately condensed into one simple, clear word.
"Good!"
The instant those words fell, Redfield moved. He did not create any flashy afterimages; he simply swung the slender umbrella in his hand toward Adams.
Yet at the instant the umbrella swung out, a blood-red radiance seemingly condensed from endless blood suddenly erupted from its tip.
A sharp aura capable