"Sword Qi Thunder Sound... This was the real Sword Qi Thunder Sound!"
Dracule Mihawk stared at Shin in a daze, something like fire flickering in his sharp eyes.
He had seen Shanks use this move many times and had tried all sorts of ways to counter it himself, but until now, aside from using Sword Threading, he had found no effective method of dealing with it.
Even so, Dracule Mihawk had never considered the move unsolvable—until he personally witnessed Shin use it just now.
A thunderclap exploded from within the silence!
That explosive impact was overwhelmingly powerful to a swordsman like Dracule Mihawk. He began replaying that scene over and over in his mind, wondering whether he could have blocked it if he had been the one facing it.
As he recalled it, a bead of cold sweat formed on his forehead. The answer was that there was no way.
The gap in strength was no longer something that could be bridged by anything else.
It was not only Dracule Mihawk. The other Seven Warlords of the Sea in the distance had also gone pale.
Moria was already on the verge of collapse. As a great pirate, he had heard of the God of Time and Space.
But having never witnessed Shin sweep through Mary Geoise twenty years ago, he had usually assumed the stories were exaggerated. That hundred-billion bounty was probably just a fig leaf for the World Government. In terms of actual strength, the so-called God of Time and Space was, at most, only slightly stronger than Whitebeard.
Yet today, he realized just how narrow-minded he had been. In mere seconds, the Navy's strongest fighters had fallen one after another.
They were not nobodies. Every one of them was a powerhouse on the level of the Four Emperors,