"Enough talking."
Saint Shamrock's eyes flashed with impatience as he coldly said:
"I can choose not to pursue what happened before, but it depends on your actions going forward. From you, I don't see any intention of atoning. Do you plan to just stand here and watch the Heavenly Celestial Dragon be humiliated?"
"I dare not."
Kizaru scratched his head, "But the old man hasn't received specific instructions and is afraid that acting rashly would disrupt your plans. Since you've said so, I'll leave Shano to you and take care of the remaining cadres myself…"
"Borsalino!"
Saint Shamrock's voice turned cold.
This old thing, he can clearly see, right? He doesn't want to face Shano alone—it's a real blow to his reputation if he falls short.
This tough character should be dealt with by the Navy Grand Admiral first, and then I can take over at the end.
And yet, he's pretending to be ignorant, not even showing the initiative to take on this mission?
"Don't misunderstand, Saint Shamrock…" Kizaru spread his hands, intending to offer more excuses when suddenly, a cold voice interrupted him.
"Enough."
Shano slowly raised his eyes, casually glancing over at Saint Shamrock and Kizaru, a mocking curve on his lips.
"Have you two finished your chat?"
He drew out his tachi with one hand, and the horrifying Haki surrounding him surged in momentum step by step, the ground beneath him rumbling and trembling under the pressure.
"Talking nonsense for so long without taking action—frankly, it's because neither of you have the confidence to defeat me alone, which is why you're afraid to face me, isn't it?"
In his eyes, red berries of light flashed as he cracked a grin:
"Since that's the case, let me pick one!"
Shush!
As his words fell, Shano's figure suddenly vanished!
"Not good!"
Saint Shamrock's pupils shrank, his head snapped up, as a blinding crimson blade light already shone in the air, slashing towards him!
Kamusari!
Saint Shamrock hurriedly drew his Western sword to block, and at the moment the two blades clashed, a massive black-red lightning instantly exploded in all directions!
Boom!!!
A terrifying shockwave erupted centered on the two figures, and Saint Shamrock grunted, his tiger's mouth slightly cracked, blood flowing freely, as he was forcefully pushed back a hundred meters, two deep furrows plowed into the grass.
"Deputy Leader!"
Saint Killingham saw this with a mix of shock and anger, intending to rush forward to assist, but suddenly his vision went dark.
A bear, towering at six meters nine like a mountain, had somehow already appeared in front of him, casting a huge shadow that completely enveloped him.
"How could you let…"
The bear unhurriedly removed the glove from his right hand, revealing a gentle smile:
"You start off by disturbing our king, huh?"
"Arrogance, then let's deal with you first!"
Saint Killingham roared, his horned Kirin form suddenly sparkling with purple-black lightning, and he opened his mouth in a rush, spewing a scorching energy beam.
"The abilities of Mythical types always take one by surprise."
The bear calmly raised his hand shaped like a meatball, slowly spreading it open.
"Unfortunately, this trick doesn't work on me."
Buzz!
An invisible transparent light wave expanded, and the energy beam was instantly bounced away, drawing an arc in the air, and crashed into the distant Peacekeeper lineup, bursting into clouds of dust.
"Reflected?"
What kind of strange ability is this?
Saint Killingham's expression slightly changed, but before he could react, the bear's figure had already vanished from where it stood.
"Behind!"
The sound of air being sliced reached his ears, Saint Killingham's expression tightened, as he instinctively predicted and turned around, but the bear's movement was akin to teleportation, and he remained half a step behind.
The bear's paw was already scorching close.
"This move was newly mastered last month in my practice with the crew leader, and it is called…"
In the midst of a low voice, the impact stored on the bear paw's cushion erupted suddenly, swirling into two incredibly fast spiral-shaped shockwaves, and fiercely hit Saint Killingham's chest!
"——Demon-piercing Light Killing Cannon!"
Boom!
The half-beastified chest was instantly pierced, revealing a huge hole, the heart and organs inside directly turning to black smoke and ashes in the shockwave, dissipating in the wind.
Saint Killingham looked down, staring blankly at his chest, his pupils losing focus, his body frozen in place.
It seemed that he had completely lost all signs of life.
...
Elsewhere.
"What terrifying swordsmanship indeed~"
Kizaru patted the blood stains on his sleeve, looking at the fierce close-combat scene that extended into the distance between two men, he softly sighed, "The title of the World's No.1 Sword Master is certainly well-deserved."
One sword.
With just one sword, he directly forced that self-proclaimed god, Saint Shamrock, into a disadvantage?
Truly worthy of the name "Kamusari"...
Nonetheless.
With this, I must quickly resolve the others on this side and lend support, or things will be difficult to explain afterward.
Shush!
With a flash, Kizaru appeared in the air, raising his arms, crossing them over his chest, "Eight Shaku…Qiong Gouyu!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Countless dazzling light bullets poured out instantly, rushing straight towards Jack below!
"Oh? The Navy Grand Admiral's special technique!"
Jack grinned grimly, grabbing two Heavenly Celestial Dragons, swinging and spinning them as shields in front:
"Just perfect as I have two nice shields, it'd be a waste not to use them. Come on! Just let me test if the dogs raised by the Heavenly Celestial Dragons dare to attack their masters!"
Crafty pirate...
Kizaru's eyes twitched, he had to halt those missiles and promptly changed the attack trajectory, targeting Kuina not far off instead.