Making Peace

A fish-belly white gradually spread across the horizon. The blazing sun rose high, brushing against a streak of red cloud, and the sky seemed to have burst into flames.

Weariness lingered in Swain's eyes. Though the battlefield had been in midair, the ground below had been torn apart by the aftermath. What had once been full of life was now barren, with only broken branches and fallen leaves remaining.

"This is really annoying!" Swain said helplessly.

He truly felt powerless. The Red Earl was formidable, and with that unmatched speed of his, it was difficult even to injure him. Not to mention that all he had to do was drink a little "beverage" to recover completely.

Swain had originally planned to wear him down, but in the end, the Red Earl had been the one wearing him down instead. It had all been for nothing.

Swain was not doing well, but neither was the Red Earl. He looked even more bedraggled, his luxurious clothes now tattered and ruined, and the exhaustion on his face was far more apparent than Swain's.

"Damn it, this brat's endurance is truly unlike anything I've ever seen."

He had fought countless battles in his life, yet he had never encountered an opponent like Swain.

Ever since he had obtained the Mythical Zoan Bat-Bat Fruit, even when he could not defeat an opponent, he could simply rely on endurance to wear them to death.

His specialty was dragging things out—the enemy grew tired while he remained energized.

Yet after fighting Swain for half the night, his Observation Haki only told him that Swain was very tired, not exhausted.

How terrifying!

He spat. "Monster!"

He was already considering retreating.

There was no benefit in continuing this fight. He had gained nothing from Swain, and had even lost