Clang!
A crisp metallic collision rang out abruptly.
A blur tore through the sky and collided head-on with the incoming bullet, giving no ground whatsoever.
Sparks flew as the bullet was knocked away.
The sudden turn of events made Kadaru, Chaton, and the Marine soldiers, who had been on edge, freeze in shock.
When facing a Celestial Dragon and attempting to kill him, who would not fear death and choose to confront him head-on?
In their eyes, such an impulsive act was no different from courting death.
However, just as that thought flashed through their minds—
Another inexplicable sound of something cutting through the air rang out.
Before they could react, they saw a ghostlike figure appear within their encirclement.
Clad in a white-and-red kimono, carrying a massive spiked club on their back, and wearing a savage demon mask—
The figure flickered through their field of vision like a phantom before vanishing again in an instant.
By the time everyone came to their senses, the figure had already appeared before Charlos.
The sudden arrival left everyone present dumbfounded.
Charlos jolted awake and cried out, "W-Who is he? How dare he ruin my fun? Kill him!"
"No, capture him! I want him as my slave! I want him to make up for the joy I lost!"
His hysterical cries echoed across the docks.
Welles, the captain of the escort warship transporting the Heavenly Tribute, who stood guard nearby, was the first to snap out of it.
He stomped down and used Shave, appearing before Charlos in an instant.
At the same time, he drew a katana from his waist and raised it before him to block.
"Who goes there? How dare you attack Lord Charlos, a Celestial Dragon and World Noble? Retreat at once, and you may yet be spared!"
"Spare