Then, before everyone's eyes, Blood Red suddenly expanded into a sharp sword.
He said calmly, "Looks like you want to challenge me in swordsmanship."
"Then I'll grant your wish!"
"For this fight, I'll use only my sword."
At those words, King Yuriton nearly stumbled.
The corner of his eye twitched, and a bitter expression crept onto his face.
Who didn't know that Chris was already a swordsman capable of fighting the World's Greatest Swordsman, Dracule Mihawk, to a draw?
Competing in swordsmanship against a Swordsmanship Master on par with the World's Greatest Swordsman—wasn't that a joke?
Now, King Yuriton felt nothing but resentment and regret.
Why had he tried to show off?
Why had he pointed his sword at Chris?
Wasn't he just asking for trouble?
But it had already happened, and there was nothing he could do to change it.
Chris glanced over the people behind him and said casually, "Stand back."
Dracule Mihawk, Lafitte, and the others all took a few steps back.
A clash between swordsmen could easily catch the surrounding spectators in its wake.
On the other side, King Yuriton also looked around him.
He was dumbfounded.
He had wanted to show off too, and tell everyone to "stand back."
But when he looked around, he found that everyone, from ministers and soldiers to ordinary citizens, was already more than twenty meters away.
Just then, one of the ministers glanced into King Yuriton's eyes.
He immediately nodded confidently, then turned to the crowd and said, "His Majesty wants us to move farther back."
"His Sword Energy is tremendous. This distance probably isn't enough!"
A moment later, the people of the Pudora Kingdom simply retreated another eighty meters!
A full hundred meters now separated them from King Yuriton.
King Yuriton's face twitched, but he couldn't lose his