"The 21 Great Grade Sword, a famed blade passed down through generations of CP9 swordsmen—its name is Shadow Eater!" Blood streamed from the swordsman's arms, yet he still spoke with pride. Shadow Eater had been bestowed upon the CP9 unit by the World Government as a reward for their service to the world. It was a symbol of CP9's honor and status, carrying incomparable significance.
When Duke heard that it was a Great Grade Sword, his obsession with collecting famous blades quietly stirred. The rectangular-nosed man in CP9 in the future did not have this sword, which meant it had either been lost later or reclaimed by the government. Rather than let someone else have it, it might as well go to me, Duke thought.
"I'll take the lead. You handle the finishing blow." The leader opened his lion maw wide and spoke after catching his breath. As expected of a Zoan Devil Fruit user, he had recovered quite a bit of stamina in just those few moments.
"Understood." The swordsman said no more. He leaped several times in succession and vanished into the darkness once again.
"Six Powers Secret Technique: Lion's Might!" Just as he had said, the leader charged Duke head-on and took responsibility for the assault. Even knowing he was outmatched, he refused to retreat.
His long mane transformed into countless flexible fingers that shot out at incredible speed alongside his lion claws. More than a thousand afterimages swept through the air, creating a vacuum that eliminated air resistance as though they were stabbing at every part of Duke's body at once.
Watching him use all sorts of Six Powers derivative techniques, Duke's eyes gleamed strangely. This trip tonight wasn't in vain after all. He had adapted the Six Powers into techniques suited to himself, but two