The storm swept through.
The ground caved in completely. Thick dust engulfed the area, and when everything finally settled, the two were still locked in their collision stance.
The soil beneath their feet, which had not seen sunlight for years, had been dyed red with blood.
Finally.
Wilton moved first. Clutching his two dumbbells, he took two steps back. The moment he retreated, Sasaki, who had been maintaining the clash, dropped to all fours and collapsed.
The black blood flowing from his nose and mouth showed that Sasaki had been badly injured this time. His mind was in chaos, and his consciousness was blurred.
"How barbaric."
Wilton looked down at his chest. Three bloody holes were steadily leaking blood, but none had struck anything vital.
The dual defense of Iron Body and Armament Haki was as reliable as ever.
With the Ton-Ton Fruit,
and the Golden Finger as a safety net, his mutually destructive fighting style would only become more formidable. Victory, defeat, life, and death could all be decided in a single thought.
Real combat did not need all those flashy tricks. It was simply your attack against my defense, to see who gave out first.
Rather than fighting for ten days or half a month, it was better to decide the winner in a few moves. Simple, brutal, and smooth. Wouldn't it be better to spend the remaining time soaking your feet or getting a massage?
He lowered his head to look at Sasaki, who had already reverted from his full beast form and returned to normal, his consciousness lost. At the very least, he had a Grade Four concussion.
He was already delirious, his thoughts in complete disarray.
The fact that he had not completely passed out yet was a testament to how tough an Ancient Zoan