The Paramount War (17)

The battlefield.

The repelled Nine-Tailed Snake and Wind Tanuki steadied themselves and coldly watched Shalltear, who blocked their path ahead.

"Who are you?"

His voice was icy, carrying a trace of killing intent.

They could be considered formidable figures in this world, yet they had suffered setbacks one after another today. They could not help feeling stifled.

"Guardian of the first through third floors of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, Shalltear Bloodfallen."

In a calm voice, Shalltear raised the divine-class lance in her hand and pointed it at the two of them. "Now that you know my name, even if you die, you should consider it an honor."

"Arrogant!"

Wind Tanuki's expression turned solemn. After spitting out those two words coldly, he vanished from the spot and charged at Shalltear.

Losing to Whitebeard was one thing. After all, Whitebeard bore the title of the world's strongest man, so losing to him was not exactly disgraceful.

But now, some random nobody dared speak to them like that. If they did not teach her a bloody lesson, Cipher Pol's pride would truly be trampled into the mud!

With a slight exertion of his limbs and a soft crack, his body instantly broke the sound barrier.

Five sharp claws sprang from his paw pads. Wrapped in a streak of green light, they crashed into Shalltear's Spuit Lance.

Sparks flew nonstop, and a sneer appeared on Wind Tanuki's beastly face.

He was not surprised that Shalltear had been able to react. After all, she was strong enough to repel both him and Nine-Tails.

But thinking she could block his attack with a weapon was wishful thinking.

Having developed his Devil Fruit ability to near its limits, the green wind blades swirling around him were no mere decoration.

Especially the green glow wrapped around his