His fist crashed down with a rush of white waves, its power enough to punch through iron walls and tear apart massive ships, making the entire arena floor sink abruptly.
The spectators were jolted into the air, then tumbled haphazardly back into their seats.
Shattered stones sprayed in every direction like a torrential downpour.
Yet the two arms coated in jet-black hardening caught the blow firmly.
Once I get up-
A sudden chill touched the back of his neck.
Something sharp pierced his skin.
It was shallow, but rested right against the pulsing blood vessel at the side of his neck.
Warm liquid seeped out.
Vergo froze for an instant.
In that instant, Kyros had already locked both hands around his throat, his fingers digging deep into flesh.
Not a chance!
Vergo did not panic.
He seized his opponent's wrists, coated his neck in Armament Haki, and gathered his strength to blast him away-
Spurt.
A thin jet of blood suddenly shot from the tiny wound at the back of his neck.
His strength scattered as his blood drained away.
His attempt to shake Kyros off failed.
"Sorry, this isn't a one-on-one match."
What had pierced Vergo's skin was half a broken sword lodged in a crack in the stone.
A fragment of a weapon some soldier had left behind had shattered and flown about during the fierce fighting, becoming wedged in a fissure in the rocky ground.
It might have posed a danger to an ordinary person, but to people with their physiques, it should have been no different from dust.
But when Kyros brought down that mountain-splitting, rock-shattering punch, Vergo had concentrated all his Haki in his arms to block, leaving the back of his neck as his sole opening.
Now, with his throat locked, he instinctively strained