That was the most terrifying part of all!
Cavendish had seen through his killing move long before he used it.
Leweir inwardly cursed. Damn it! This man's skill is far beyond mine.
I'm afraid there's no turning this battle around!
Only now did Leweir truly understand the gap between himself and Cavendish.
The two of them were not even on the same level.
Winning this battle was therefore all but impossible for Leweir.
It all happened in a flash!
Leweir's sword had already reached Cavendish.
Having already judged the direction and timing of Leweir's strike, Cavendish remained perfectly composed.
He shifted slightly to the side and lightly parried with the sword in his right hand.
Just like that, Cavendish effortlessly countered Leweir's killing blow!
As Leweir's attack missed, Cavendish did not simply let him off.
He immediately spun around and thrust his sword at Leweir.
Leweir was still lunging forward and had no time to dodge.
But his instincts as a swordsman drove him to desperately evade Cavendish's thrust in that split second.
That effort threw him completely off balance, sending him crashing to the ground.
Cavendish's sword also left a moderately deep cut across his right arm.
"Your fundamentals are solid," Cavendish said calmly.
"Unfortunately, that speed you're so proud of..."
"Looks like a turtle's pace to me!"
"If you want to beat me with a sword, your only chance is through strength."
"You can't compete with me in speed."
Cavendish's greatest strength was his extraordinary speed.
At his current level, he was therefore more wary of someone like Dracule Mihawk, whose sword strikes carried immense power.
As the saying went, sheer strength could overcome any amount of finesse.
Swordsmen with powerful strikes were Cavendish's greatest bane.
Clearly, Leweir, the Commander-in-Chief of the Pudora Kingdom's port, was not such