High in the sky.
Izanbaron V. Nasujuro Saint looked down upon the pirates beneath him, his gaze filled with indifference and disdain.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
A strong wind rose as Izanbaron V. Nasujuro Saint’s aura steadily increased.
His body emitted an intense pressure due to the enhancement of his power, like a war god overlooking the world, regarding those enemies who had once troubled him as even smaller than ants.
The bloody scent in the air mingled with the gunpowder smoke, spreading everywhere, and this familiar smell now brought him a sense of pleasure.
He could feel the power within his body surging continuously, as if it were about to tear him apart.
The previous fatigue and pain were now replaced by an unspeakable force, every nerve seemingly infused with scorching energy, burning and boiling.
“This is power… power I’ve never possessed before…”
Izanbaron V. Nasujuro Saint couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, revealing a cruel smile.
These powers made him feel reborn, not only smoothing out the scars left by the previous battles but also making him feel stronger than ever.
“Hmph, these pirates are nothing more than this.”
He muttered contemptuously, as if declaring the inevitable defeat of these people.
Although they had fought with injuries earlier, and the battle had once reached a stalemate, the situation was now completely different.
In his eyes, those pirates had become insignificant and ridiculous, like ants trying to shake a boulder, a futile effort.
He looked around, his gaze falling on Golden Lion, Charlotte Linlin, and others.
Although these pirates were once renowned powerhouses of the sea, in his opinion, they were now just challengers destined to be crushed.
He looked down from above, the arrogance and killing intent in his eyes obvious.
He enjoyed this feeling of controlling everything, especially after possessing Im’s power, this sense of superiority became even more intense.
He no longer regarded these pirates as equal opponents but as a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
“You intend to challenge me with this kind of strength?” Izanbaron V. Nasujuro Saint's voice was cold and arrogant, as if applying an invisible pressure to these pirates trying to resist.
His tone was full of disdain, and the threats and anger he had once felt because of them had now all turned into a cruel mockery.
He was in no hurry to attack but stood in place, watching the pirates struggle with the posture of a predator watching its prey.
His cold gaze seemed to say: you can try to resist, you can try your best, but in the end, it will all be in vain.
Every breath the pirates took, every attempt to struggle, seemed so insignificant.
“This level of challenge is just adding some fun for me,” Izanbaron V. Nasujuro Saint thought to himself.
The power within his body was still expanding, making him eager to unleash it immediately and crush all the enemies.
He raised his weapon, his arm slightly exerting force, and that power instantly gathered, as if the air had become stagnant.
The pirates looked at each other, feeling this suddenly increased pressure, and a trace of tension and dread appeared on their faces.
However, Izanbaron V. Nasujuro Saint could clearly see the fighting spirit that had not yet been extinguished in these people's eyes.
Although it was a bit ridiculous, it was also a pleasant seasoning.
He looked forward to seeing the despair and struggle these people were about to face, what a moving picture it would be.
Golden Lion, Charlotte Linlin, Wang Zhi and the others exchanged a tacit glance, their eyes burning with the same fighting spirit.
At this moment, there was no verbal communication, everything was self-evident—they all understood that they must go all out in the face of such a powerful enemy.
As the fighting spirit rose, the figures of several people moved almost simultaneously, turning into several swift afterimages, suddenly approaching Izanbaron V. Nasujuro Saint.
Golden Lion took the lead, his two swords flashing with a sharp cold light, the blades wrapped in violent wind power.
He stood in the air, his arms raised high, overlooking the earth like a king, and laughed wildly: “Lion: Thousand Flying Swords!!”
Dozens of huge wind blades flew out from between his sword blades, each wind blade seeming to tear the air and cut through the sky.
The wind blades intertwined into a net, enveloping Izanbaron V. Nasujuro Saint’s entire body.
Almost at the same time as Golden Lion attacked, Charlotte Linlin followed closely.
Her body was like a fierce beast, her muscles tense, and her whole body was covered with Armament Haki.
Her huge body exploded with amazing speed, like a falling meteorite hitting the earth.
As she raised her huge fist, black lightning wrapped around her arm, “mama·Thunder of Whole Cake Island!!”
With a loud roar, the fist slammed down with terrifying thunder power, like a thunderbolt that tore through the heavens and the earth, directly smashing towards Izanbaron V. Nasujuro Saint.
Wang Zhi also rushed up, wielding his giant axe like a storm.
Every axe strike shook the air, the ground cracked, as if to split the entire battlefield into pieces.
His movements were rough and full of power, his eyes burning with endless fighting spirit.
He roared in a low voice: “Overturning the Rivers and Seas!!”
Accompanied by the roar, the giant axe slashed down, forming a huge wave of energy, as if to overturn the earth, directly approaching Izanbaron V. Nasujuro Saint’s chest.
Under the joint attack of these top powerhouses, the air seemed to be filled with a suffocating pressure.
Every move and every style contained their absolute strength and determination.
Faced with such an offensive, even the strong who had stood tall in the past had to treat it with caution.
A cold light flashed in Izanbaron V. Nasujuro Saint’s eyes, he stood still, his body slightly leaning back, as if waiting for all this to come.
However, when the first wind blade was about to touch his body, he suddenly moved.
That strong body dodged at an unreasonable speed, like a ghost quickly shuttling across the field, every movement perfectly avoiding the attack.
His figure blended with the surrounding battlefield, as if the landing point of every move was within his expectation.
“You want to defeat me with this little trick?”
His voice was full of coldness and disdain.
Although the attacks of several people were fierce, he could still deal with them calmly.
He suddenly waved his hand, his five fingers forming a claw, tearing the wind blade in the air, then he let out a low shout, raised his foot and stomped heavily on the ground, and the thunderous aura burst out, shattering Charlotte Linlin’s thunder fist.
However, Golden Lion and others did not retreat because of this, but became more and more courageous in battle.
They did not give Izanbaron V. Nasujuro Saint any chance to breathe, and their respective ultimate moves followed one after another, continuing to press towards him with an unquestionable momentum.
Every collision on the battlefield was like a thunderclap, stirring up dust and monstrous waves of energy surging everywhere.
The pirates' roars and the cold shouts of the Five Elders were intertwined, tearing this world to the point of crumbling.
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