More shocking to the Five Elders than the wanted man Oric appearing before them was the fact that he dared to kill someone!
"Bastard!"
The Longbeard Five Elder was furious. "Do you know who we represent?!"
"I do. Of course I do."
Oric smiled and nodded, speaking with theatrical reverence. "The supreme ruler, the one true god of this world, Lord Imu!"
"I'll go find him later. For now... you gentlemen can go on ahead!"
His voice turned cold at the end. The Longbeard Five Elder started, but Oric had already lunged toward him.
Clang!
Sparks flared, their light glinting off a bald head. The swordsman among the Five Elders showed no anger. He stepped in front of the Longbeard Five Elder and blocked Oric's strike.
Crack... crack...
Cold, black Haki ground against itself. The slight tremor in their arms proved that neither man was finding this as easy as he looked.
"How many years has it been... since someone made this old man draw his sword?"
The swordsman's eyes opened a fraction. He shoved Oric back and brought his blade down in a vertical slash.
Slash!
Hiss...
A cold, white flash of sword light appeared and vanished like an illusion. Oric darted several meters away and instinctively raised a hand to his face.
Crack!
His dark mask, made from some precious material resistant to fire, water, and blades, suddenly split. The moment his fingers touched it, it broke in two and fell away on either side.
"Interesting!"
A thin line of blood ran from between his brows to his chin. Feeling the faint sting on his face, Oric looked up. "My uncle told me long ago that your swordsmanship deserved to be called the best in the world, every bit as good as Mihawk's... It seems I still underestimated