Shanks's Words

The sword in Shanks's hand trembled slightly. Accompanied by an invisible shockwave, the Sea-Prism Stone chains wrapped around him shattered inch by inch, scattering countless metal fragments across the ground.

The air was filled with a scorching scent, the smell produced by the violent friction between Haki and Sea-Prism Stone.

The God's Knights member lying on the ground wore a twisted expression, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes held both fury and a trace of disbelief.

Shanks strode forward at an unhurried pace, his steps steady. Every step seemed to stamp his invincible will upon the battlefield.

"Where do you bastards get the confidence to think you can hold me?"

Shanks lowered his gaze slightly. It was sharp as a blade, carrying an edge that made hearts tremble.

His red hair fluttered in the battlefield wind like a bloodstained banner.

The God's Knights member in the distance tried to struggle to his feet, but his body no longer obeyed him. During the clash just now, his internal organs had suffered a tremendous impact, and he had nearly exhausted even the strength to use Haki to heal himself.

Shanks looked at him indifferently, then flicked his wrist. The blade tilted slightly, and a sharp sword slash descended.

Boom!

The ground was forcibly cleaved apart. A long, narrow crack cut past the God's Knights member's side, skimming his body. It had missed by only a hair's breadth from splitting him in two.

Yet Shanks did not take his life. He merely said calmly,

"If you can still make it back, tell your master... if he wants to play this game, he can come find me himself."

With that, he sheathed his sword. His red hair swept through the flames of war and fierce winds as he turned and