"Shanks's brother, though this may be rude, when it comes to Haki, you're not as sharp as he is."
Although he had not seen Shanks for many years, Shanks had been the pinnacle of Conqueror's Haki among the Worst Generation in the Original Work.
Honestly, Shamrock's Conqueror's Haki was quite good, but it did not leave Austin particularly amazed.
"..."
Shamrock did not refute him. He merely tightened his grip on his sword, and the fighting spirit in his eyes surged even more fiercely.
What a joke...
The young man before him was one thing, but even that brother he had never met?
Both were masters of Haki and swordsmanship. There was no need for words—they simply rushed in and started slashing.
Austin still had some martial honor. He wanted to make Shamrock yield through sheer strength, just as he had done with Shanks.
Black-and-red lightning coiled around Shamrock's blade, incomparably domineering and fierce.
After all, he was raised in the "compound." Having grown up in the Knights of God and received training from a top expert like Garling since childhood, he was naturally different from those wild fighters on the seas who had to figure everything out on their own.
Without having to repeatedly brush against death or force out his limits in desperate situations, he had inherited generations of accumulated and refined experience from the Holy Land, from awakening Armament Haki to Conqueror's Haki Infusion.
"Not bad swordsmanship!"
Austin swung his sword backhandedly and steadily received Shamrock's incoming slash.
The two weapons did not physically touch, yet immense force exploded outward from the point of collision.
"Look!!!"
The members of the Knights all raised their heads, their pupils trembling and mouths hanging slightly open.
"The sky... split apart!!!"
"Are they really young people from the same generation as