On the horizon.
Below the cloud, a sword energy cuts through the cloud, splitting the cloud into two, turning into a ripple across Void, as if to cut everything into two pieces.
Directly in front of the sword energy, suspended above the sky, Ross faces this terrifying sword energy with nothing more than a wave of his hand.
Buzz !!
The power of distortion erupts, turning the air directly ahead of him into a swampy vortex. The Sword Energy hits the surface of the vortex and is immediately sucked in, shattering within the vortex.
“There is no need to struggle, Golden Lion. You are nothing but a remnant of the last era, you should have retired from the sea a long time ago. If you find a place to rest in peace, I will not disturb you.”
With an understated strike, Ross breaks Golden Lion’s Sword Energy and then he slashes it out with his own blade against Golden Lion.
Sii!
The Sword Energy seems to cuts through space.
After traveling a distance of over tens of meters in the blink of an eye, the Sword Energy cut towards the head of Golden Lion.
Golden Lion’s predicted this attack with his Observation Haki and he immediately swung his right leg and took the Famed Blade (Meitō) Dead Wood and met Ross’s Sword Energy.
Slash!
The Sword Energies collided against each other and sparks splashed around.
Golden Lion is a pure Sword Arts and Haki expert while Ross is an expert in the Power of Distortion combined with Haki. A long time ago, Ross was inferior to Golden Lion, but today there is a wide gap between the two.
Buzz !!
The space above the Golden Lion erupted with a Buzz! It was as if some invisible bomb had exploded there.
Golden Lion couldn’t withstand this power, and the Famed Blade (Meitō) Oto, which was embedded in his leg and connected to the bone made a kāchākāchā sound, and almost broke from his leg.
Golden Lion flew hundreds of meters away in the blink of an eye, and the severe pain in his leg made his forehead full of cold sweat. With a gleam of blood in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and looked at Ross.
Bastard! Devil!
If it was twenty years ago, how could this little Ghost have shown such arrogance in front of himself!
Golden Lion’s heart is full of anger and unwillingness. This is not an unwillingness to his strength, but an unwillingness to aging and the running of time.
“I’m … Golden Lion Shiki!”
Golden Lion’s eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Ross from afar, the roots of his teeth biting were bleeding and his tone was filled with the arrogance of one of the Three Legends of the previous era.
“That era couldn’t kill me, and the inescapable prison Impel Down couldn’t keep me down. It won’t be easy for you to take my head, little brat!”
At this moment, Golden Lion seems to have returned to his peak period.
He had his back to the sun, his long blond hair spread out like a lion’s, his whole body exuding a strong presence and he reached out and grabbed his right leg.
Kāchā!
The Famed Blade (Meitō) Kogarashi that has been connected to his bones that had healed for twenty years, was ripped from his leg.
Blood was dripping from the hilt of the sword, and even fine bones coagulated with it.
“…”
Ross looked at the scene, but did not respond, he placed the blade in front of him and his eyes showed peace and calmness.
Compared to Whitebeard, Golden Lion is a swordsman, and things like sword arts don’t decline much with age.
Now.
After 20 years, Golden Lion has regained his sword, which is equivalent to restoring his identity as the greatest swordsman standing at the top of the sea in the last era and he will fight the final battle with Ross.
But Ross is not afraid of the peak power of Golden Lion and Whitebeard. How can a desperate Golden Lion in his later years surpass him?
Silence.
Blood was dripping from the fracture on the right leg of Golden Lion.
But Golden Lion didn’t look at his legs, he just held the bloody Famed Blade (Meitō) Kogarashi and placed it in front of him and lined it parallel to his brows.
The anger of losing to Roger, the anger of hearing Roger was executed by Marine, the anger of being locked up in Impel Down Eternal Hell… Everything, everything is intertwined.
Golden Lion looked up.
“Chop One.”
The ultimate level of Kendo, the realm of the Great Swordsman where one sword is equivalent to countless swords and it can cut open countless cannonballs, countless swords can also be attributed to one sword and one sword had the power to cut off an island!
Buzz !!
This is the ultimate sword arts of Golden Lion Shiki.
He did this now not to defeat Ross, but to show his dignity as a legend of the last era, the last dignity he wanted to protect which belonged to the pirate who stood at the top of this sea at one point in time.
There is no earth-shattering sword energy, there is only a tiny golden light. All of his strength is concentrated on this point.
Qiang.
In the face of the Golden Lion’s sword, Ross’s Observation Haki Future Prediction had already predicted this scene in advance and he had already put the Cursed Blade Murasame into its scabbard.
“If that’s the case, I will also try my best to take you.”
His right fingers folded and clenched into a fist. It had been a long time since he had used the full power of distortion, and all of that power came out and circled on his fists.
The full-bodied power of distortion produced a distortion of the Void around his fist, a distortion of the darkness in which even the light curved.
Finally.
Ross raised his fist.
It was silent, the blow seemed to shatter the sound, no sound was heard, the blow seemed to shatter the light, and the area suddenly plunged into darkness.
Right in front of Ross, the area with a diameter of nearly 100 meters is completely turned into a black sphere of silence, where the power of distortion woefully intertwined, shattering everything.
Bang!
It wasn’t a Bang sound as all the sound was muffled.
It’s as if the firecrackers were pressed under a bowl and a muffled sound was heard when it exploded.
The black zone splintered and hit the sky with a touch of Distortion, scattering a cloud above Golden Lion’s head in a flash and vanishing into the endless sky.
Golden Lion stands tall in the air.
The sword in his right hand came down slowly and stared at Ross.
After a few seconds.
“You won…”
He uttered the last word and lost his strength, the Famed Blade (Meitō) withered in his hand fell off and he fell towards the sea below.
Ross watched as Golden Lion silently fell towards the sea.
It’s a kind of inexplicable feeling. However, he doesn’t know what it’s like. Maybe Whitebeard once had this feeling, but it’s not as strong as him at that time.
There was no excitement, no blood, no sense of Battle, even if Golden Lion had grasped his sword in his last act of dignity and delivered a blow with all his might.
This is a change of mindset.
Because their standing position is different.
In the past, Ross used to stand at the bottom of the steps, looking up, climbing, challenging, but now he’s at the top of the steps.
This is the strongest.
The one who is standing at the apex of this World.
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You know, being strongest is kinda boring
seems to be ignoring im, best to keep training and when will he go to the moon. Being the strongets means you can focus on exploring