Sabo gripped the heavy alloy pipe in one hand, not retreating a single step.
He watched Shura dive down from midair, his expression completely unchanged.
As the chief of staff second only to Kahn in the Eclipse Organization, he had long grown accustomed to true danger amid the life-and-death trials of the New World.
Sabo shook his head and sighed. "Too weak. This doesn't even count as a warm-up."
Before his words had faded, the soil beneath his feet erupted in a burst of white air.
Geppo, one of the Six Powers, carried him through the air under the impetus of Haki, setting off a series of dull explosions.
Sabo's figure flashed from where he stood, leaving only a torn streak of white wind in the air.
Shura clenched the Heat Javelin with both hands. The blazing spearhead still howled with heat, but Sabo had already vanished from his sight.
"Where did he go?"
Cold sweat seeped down Shura's back. Even Mantra could only catch a string of vague afterimages.
Sabo appeared above Shura's head, his black coat snapping in the rushing air.
"Your so-called trial is nothing more than children playing in the sand before true power."
Sabo remained calm as the five fingers of his right hand curled into a fierce eagle claw.
Conqueror's Haki and Advanced Armament Haki converged at his fingertips, staining three of his fingers a deep black.
"Dragon Claw Fist, Dragon's Claw!"
Sabo's palm made no unnecessary sound as it cut through the air. It simply pressed down.
Shura only felt an irresistible weight descend upon his head, crushing him viciously toward the ground.
The Armament Haki-coated Dragon's Claw struck his back, smashing Shura and the Flame Bird beneath him into the soil.
Boom!
The ground caved in, forming a spiderweb-shaped crater three meters