Forging armor with his ability, creating blades with his ability-rather than a swordsman, he was merely an ability user who treated a "sword"
as a tool.
"Deep down... you have no respect for the 'sword,' do you?"
Diamante grinned, his laughter hoarse.
"That's right."
He admitted it frankly, his sword hand steady as a rock.
"In the family, I need to play the role of a 'swordsman.'
But I care more about the family than the sword.
As long as I win, the means don't matter-"
Before he finished speaking, his opponent suddenly doubled over, coughing violently.
Dark red blood, almost gold, seeped from the edge of the mask, striking the ground drop by drop.
"Golden Splash."
Diamante raised his longsword, pointing its tip at his distant opponent.
"After slashing me so many times, you never noticed the powder I deliberately scattered among those flying gold flecks, did you?"
The powder was so fine that it was almost impossible to distinguish with the naked eye.
Amid high-speed exchanges of attack and defense, it was easily overlooked even with Observation Haki.
Once enough had been inhaled, he could make that gold condense again inside his enemy and pierce through them.
"Cough... so that's how it works."
The agent in the white mask did not wipe away the blood, simply letting it flow.
Above the surging waves of the battlefield, the clash of metal and bone tore through the air.
Beyond the few one-on-one fights to the death, another area had descended into a chaotic melee.
A scale-armored behemoth and a colossus formed from rock bit and tore at each other as a searing rain of bullets poured down from high above.
The black shadow pushing his speed to its utmost was keeping an opponent named Pica occupied-although the supposed hundredfold boost