See You Again, Landlubber

No!

Rather, it should be said that, at a glance, it seemed as though that single slash had split open the heavens.

The sudden eruption shook everyone to their core.

Across the entire sea, there were probably only a handful of people capable of reaching such a level.

If one had to use a term to describe Qin Yu's current strength, there was only one.

Supreme Great Swordsman!

Squelch!

A low, piercing sound tore through the air without warning.

A scarlet spray of blood burst from Kaido's massive dragon body.

A horrifying wound rapidly stretched from his chest toward his shoulder.

As torrents of blood splashed out, they seemed as dazzling and brilliant as fireworks.

Watching the rain of blood scatter down, everyone's pupils suddenly contracted.

He was injured!

One of the Four Emperors, Kaido of the Beasts—the monster said to be impossible to kill—had actually been wounded.

If they had not witnessed it with their own eyes, who would have believed it was real?

It could be said that as they watched Qin Yu land once more on the shattered deserted island, all the onlookers gasped sharply.

Whitebeard, also one of the Four Emperors, along with Sengoku and the others, were even more shocked.

Those who had never fought Kaido head-on might only know that he was powerful because he bore the title of Four Emperor.

But only those who had truly clashed with him understood where Kaido's strength truly lay.

Especially since, after several decades, Kaido was now in his sixties and still at the peak of his prime.

He was nothing like Whitebeard in the Original Work, who had been dragging around a body half-crippled by illness.

Yet the scene before them told them that Kaido of the Beasts, in his dragon form, had actually had his