"Golden Lion!"
"No matter how strong your Dual Swords are, they're still only Famous Swords. Once I forge my Enma black fists and Black Arms, I'll snap even an unrivaled Great Grade Sword with my bare hands!"
Shane stared at Shiki, a chilling light bursting from his eyes.
The two faced each other, having already exchanged several rounds of blows. Both had suffered more injuries, yet Golden Lion seemed to be hitting his stride.
"Jihahahaha! Those are just little tricks of yours."
"So what if you forge your hands into iron fists and Black Arms?"
"Their quality and power would only match these two blades of mine, which I haven't even finished forging yet!"
"Every Swordsman spends his entire life wanting to forge his blade into a Black Blade. How could I be any different?"
"But you're like a damned idiot, boy, with absolutely nothing in your head!"
"I've tempered my blades for over a decade, while you've only just started with your fists. You'll need years just to reach the quality of my Dual Swords."
"Tell me, how will you bridge that gap?"
The gap!
The greatest gap between them was their control over their power.
Yet Shane knew that the difference between them was far too great.
Why had Garp's body been pierced? Why had a blade been stronger than his physique and Haki defenses?
How had Zephyr lost an arm? Why had his Black Arm failed him?
They had indeed been affected by carelessness, and even by concern for their students' safety.
But without the help of a Devil Fruit, a human body truly could not match the strength of swords.
Garp's fists were formidable, so pierce his body instead and inflict more serious injuries.
And Zephyr had Black Arms, so cut off his arm!
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