The enormous dock trembled as thousands of pirates charged forward in unison. An invisible oppressive aura gripped the hearts of the Marines watching from afar like a giant hand.
If Qin Yu had not remained in the corners of their eyes, serving as their constant reassurance, then this single charge alone would have been enough to leave them with not only no will to fight, but barely any desire to remain here at all.
"Teacher, do we really not need to step in? It might be difficult for him to handle this alone," Ain could not help asking.
Even Smoker wore an eager expression.
"No. The real show will begin soon. Besides, if you suddenly intervene, I'm afraid you might get caught in the crossfire," Qin Yu said with an interested smile.
"Shiryu, be careful. Showing off is one thing—don't go and throw your life away."
"You brat, are you saying I'll die?" Shiryu's face darkened as he snorted in displeasure. "Pah! I alone am more than enough to deal with this trash."
"Today, I'll show you that there are some people you cannot afford to look down on."
"A bunch of trash dares call yourselves monsters? Go die, all of you!"
Shiryu's stern words rang out.
Having repeatedly suffered setbacks at Qin Yu's hands during this time, the resentment and fury in his heart exploded at once.
Violent killing intent burst from his body. He grabbed the famous blade Purple Rain at his waist with his backhand and drew it in an instant, without the slightest flourish.
Clang!
"One-Sword Style: Black Dragon Slash!"
Boom!
One slash flew forth!
A purple blade aura tore through the air in an instant.
Its sharp momentum surged forth like a raging tide.
The air rippled violently, and infused with Ryuo, it transformed in