A Powerful Mostima, the Marine's Downfall

Kaski was panting heavily; the continuous use of his abilities had taken a toll on his stamina. He watched as his pirate crew members cheered loudly as he shone brightly.

"As expected of Captain Kaski, Mostima should be dead by now," a pirate exclaimed excitedly. "Then the bounty will increase again." The live stream screen was filled with thick smoke, making it impossible to see what was being released.

Suddenly, the thick fog that had been slowly flowing in the air accelerated its flow, spreading and dissipating in all directions. At this moment, some people noticed that feathers were constantly spinning in mid-air, transforming into a silver whirlwind.

In the center, Mostima stood gracefully, gazing into the air, making everyone's eyes widen in surprise, their feet seemingly rooted to the spot, motionless.

"What's going on? Mostima is actually standing in mid-air?" a naval officer asked in surprise.

Kaski, too, stared blankly at Mostima in the sky, realizing he'd been hitting thin air the whole time.

The other pirates and bounty hunters, who had originally intended to attack, all stopped in their tracks. How could they possibly fight her? Mostima could fly, which gave her a significant natural advantage.

"I don't know how you got into the air, but now you're our target." Kaski, the strongest among them, shouted at Mostima.

With a raised hand, an attack was launched, a powerful jet of flame shooting towards Mostima. Mostima had to face not only the intense heat of the flames, but also the powerful impact of the jet.

As soon as Kaski spoke, the others realized what was happening, and those with guns pulled out their weapons and fired at Mostima in the sky.

It seemed like they were going to riddle Mostima with bullets. Fighting in the sky is weaker than fighting on the ground. This is true for many people, except for a few people like Golden Lion Shiki. Mostima was one of them.

"Is he in danger? We need to go save her right away." Keri, who was observing from the shadows, said to Teach with tears in her eyes as she watched Mostima fall into danger.

"This poses no threat to Mostima, so don't worry." Teach smiled, and couldn't help but marvel at Keri's naivety. Mostima had captured her heart with a simple act of heroism. It wasn't exactly naivety, though, since heroism is always a popular trope.

Just when everyone thought Mostima was doomed, the feathers around Mostima suddenly gathered together and formed a pair of wide white wings, which stretched to a length of five meters. Before the bullets hit Mostima, the huge wings closed and enveloped Mostima's body.

Bullets struck his wings but were deflected. Mostima's wings were as hard as steel; these bullets had no effect whatsoever. Kaski's flames were also useless. Although the flames could burn his feathers, they were covered by Armament Haki, making it impossible for them to harm Mostima.

The jets of flame landed directly on the wings that were protecting Mostima, and it looked as if a giant fireball had appeared in the sky, burning fiercely.

Just when they thought Mostima was going to be burned alive, they gradually noticed something strange: the spherical wings remained unchanged and did not disintegrate.

With a sudden sound, its wings unfurled, scattering the incoming flames. Two sharp feathers descended from the sky, aimed directly at Kaski. As the feathers sliced through the air, Kaski clearly sensed danger, but the speed was too fast; his body couldn't react in time. He instinctively tried to dodge, but a feather grazed his left cheek, leaving a ten-centimeter-long gash that gushed blood.

Another feather was stuck directly on his right shoulder; it was a long feather, half of which was embedded in his arm.

Kaski felt waves of excruciating pain, which slowly intensified. Mostima's feathers were no ordinary feathers; they were incredibly sharp and somewhat curved.

Kaski had seemed to have the upper hand, but things changed drastically in the blink of an eye.

Looking at Mostima, it was completely unharmed, with not even a charred mark on its wings. It seemed that Kaski's attack had no effect whatsoever.

With wings growing directly from Mostima's back, coupled with his handsome appearance, he was like an angel. Through the screen, many girls' hearts couldn't help but pound.

High above in the sky, looking down at the pirates and bounty hunters below, Mostima's cold gaze sent a chill down their spines. They knew that even if they combined their strength, they would not be a match for Mostima.

Some people wanted to escape, but Mostima wouldn't give them the chance.

"Feather Fall - Thousand Feather Slash." Mostima said calmly. Countless feathers appeared in the sky at some unknown time, floating in the air, and suddenly stopped in mid-air, pointing downwards at an angle, as if they would fall at any moment.

Suddenly, Mostima raised his head, looked into the distance, and waved his hand downwards, unleashing a rain of sharp feathers that fell continuously.

However, it didn't land below, but in the distance, where a group of people were rushing towards it, constantly approaching.

"What is that?" At a distance of only a kilometer, a thousand naval soldiers approached, led by Vice Admiral Habel, who had just arrived from the Marine Headquarters. Mostima had just spotted them, and some sharp-eyed naval personnel had seen the streaks of white light flying in the sky.

"Not good, dodge quickly!" Habel's expression changed. Feathers fell like arrows, their sharp white feathers carrying a trace of Sword Qi. "Storm Kick!" Habel leaped into the air, turned around, and kicked out with a five-meter-long slash.

Habel's storm kick knocked down many feathers, but thousands upon thousands of feathers fell from the sky at an extremely fast speed; how many could Habel possibly block?

The naval soldiers rushed over and stood densely together; every feather, light and graceful, had transformed into a sharp blade.

In the blink of an eye, the once-standing naval formation was reduced to a defeated army. Most of the naval soldiers lay on the ground, and those who were still standing were severely injured. Only a few lucky ones escaped being pricked by the feathers.

This scene stunned those watching the live broadcast. At the Marine Headquarters, an angry officer slammed his fist on the table. The other naval officers were also filled with righteous indignation, furious to have witnessed so many naval soldiers die at Mostima's hands.

But more than anything, they were wary of Mostima. They felt Mostima posed an even greater threat; such tactics were incredibly lethal to their naval soldiers—fast, catching them off guard, and causing immense damage.

The pirates and bounty hunters below seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Just two feathers had already brought Kaski, their strongest member, to this state. If thousands upon thousands of feathers fell on them at once, they would be doomed. They couldn't guarantee they could dodge them every time.

At the same time, looking at the tragic situation of the navy, he couldn't help but feel a little schadenfreude.

"Damn it! You bastard!" Marine Vice Admiral Habel, seeing his subordinate so badly injured, stared intently at Mostima, his eyes bloodshot and filled with remorse for failing to protect his men, which in turn fueled his anger towards Mostima.

"Heh! How about this then?" Mostima's face revealed a strange smile. Seeing this, Teach couldn't help but chuckle. This was Mostima's wicked sense of humor; she enjoyed toying with others and stirring up their emotions. He had discovered this after interacting with Mostima, especially after eating the Feather Fruit.

After asking Haduno and the others, Mostima's state only manifests itself when facing the weak.

A sense of foreboding crept into Habel's heart. Mostima, like Gentleman, slightly raised his hand, and the blood-stained feathers stuck in the bodies of the naval soldiers, along with the feathers on the ground, gradually disappeared.

However, feathers appeared again in mid-air, the same scene unfolding, "Feather Fall - Thousand Feather Slash!"

Feathers rained down like swords again. "No!" Habel cried out in despair. In the next moment, he moved and kicked out a series of slashes in a short time. His body was covered in Armament Haki, which blocked the falling feathers.

At this point, apart from a few naval soldiers, the rest of the troops were basically powerless to resist. Mostima's feathers fell in an irregular pattern, some to the left, some to the right, and in all directions, making them even more unpredictable.

Faced with such a rain of swords, Habel couldn't save anyone. With this one move, all the marines were wiped out. In the eyes of so many people, Habel's rescue efforts and desperate actions seemed so futile.

"Ah! You bastard, I'm going to kill you!" Habel was losing his mind, hating his own incompetence, his powerlessness, and his hatred for Mostima.

However, while Habel was roaring, he didn't notice that Mostima had already disappeared.

Appearing instantly to Habel's right, Habel, at least Vice Admiral, still possessed the instinct for battle and instinctively dodged to the side. However, it was too late. After a full beat, Mostima's speed in the air was a notch faster than its speed on the ground, having become accustomed to flying.

A flash of sword light appeared, "White Bird Style - Sky Slash." Mostima's calm voice came in his ear. Before Habel could react, an arm, Habel's right arm, was severed by Mostima's sword.

The bleeding arm flew off and landed on the ground. Habel endured the pain and threw a backhand punch. At that moment, Mostima had already left. With a slight flap of her wings, her figure disappeared from the spot and appeared directly to Habel's left. Habel's left hand was covered with Haki, and she threw a punch.

Mostima held his sword with both hands, a faint smile on his face. He dodged to the side. He could move freely in the air using Geppo, and with his own special abilities, it was very easy. This was something that ordinary Geppo could not do.

Habel's punch landed on Mostima's wing, which Mostima slashed away with his sword.

With a "whoosh!" a hint of surprise flashed in Habel's eyes as his fist pierced through Mostima's wings. These wings were made of feathers and, without the cover of Armament Haki, passed right through like Logia elemental, without having any effect on Mostima.

Mostima's sword had already slashed forward.

Blood splattered, Habel's body shuddered. One of his legs flew off and landed on the ground. With only one leg and one arm left, Habel, like a rootless duckweed, was propelled forward by the momentum of his punch, collapsing to the ground.

Mostima's figure swept past him and appeared in mid-air. The missing piece of his wing, the piece that Habel had pierced, was slowly being filled in by newly grown feathers.

Bloodied arms, bloodied thighs—most people were stunned. Many didn't know what had happened. How could it be that in the blink of an eye, after all the naval soldiers had been wiped out, this Marine Vice Admiral had lost both limbs in a short-range clash? Keep in mind, this was Marine Vice Admiral!

Although it's unclear exactly what happened after Mostima's attack, one can imagine a fierce clash. Mostima likely struck first and gained the upper hand, but for Marine Vice Admiral to lose both limbs, especially for a master of hand-to-hand combat, is tantamount to a death sentence.

Teach couldn't help but sigh, Mostima's fighting style relied on his brain. The two were not much different in strength, but Mostima was very restrained by this Marine Vice Admiral, especially in terms of speed. With the support of a swordsman of the Swordmaster level, his attack power was also very fierce.

Mostima's initial target was Habel, and killing these marines was also to deal with Habel. Habel was unaware of Mostima's true strength, especially his speed.

First, he used the death of a naval soldier to provoke Habel's emotions, making him angry and lose his mind, and then he exposed a weakness, giving Mostima the opportunity to attack.

One step ahead leads to another, and the Marine Vice Admiral was defeated by Mostima.

Although this Marine Vice Admiral did not die, everyone knew that he was crippled. What could a Marine Vice Admiral skilled in hand-to-hand combat do after losing a leg and an arm?

If only the lower leg or forearm was broken, then with a prosthetic, one could still fight and retain some combat ability. However, Mostima was extremely ruthless, breaking the entire arm and leg all the way to the thigh. With current technology, even a prosthetic would be difficult to install.