A Duel Between Great Swordsmen

The blazing fire and dragon roars high above still raged wildly, but the danger descending toward the ground had already followed close behind.

As the floating skyport was severed in half by Saint Mars, countless alloy fragments wrapped around everyone as they plummeted together. In the shadowy ruins below, an eerie figure radiating an utterly ominous aura of death had somehow appeared, standing silently atop a broken mechanical tower.

Warrior God of Finance, Saint Nusjuro!

His lower body was now a giant horse skeleton pieced together from ghastly white bones, while his upper body retained the form of a withered old man. Within his hollow eye sockets, two clusters of ghostly flames swayed violently as they coldly locked onto Zoro and the others, who had no foothold in midair.

"Remnants of the old era, along with this sinful spark, become dry bones beneath the glacier."

Saint Nusjuro murmured without the slightest emotional fluctuation. In the next ten-thousandth of a second, the four hooves of that giant skeletal horse stomped fiercely through the air, leaving behind pale ice blossoms! Its body instantly transformed into an incomparably frigid streak of white blade light, soaring upward against the sky.

"Slash—!"

The Shodai Kitetsu in his hand, one of the Supreme Grade Blades, suddenly left its sheath. In an instant, an absolute-zero chill so terrifying it could nearly freeze a human soul solid became a crescent-shaped frost slash hundreds of meters long, howling with the shrill cries of ghosts as it violently cleaved toward the center where Nami and Vegapunk's satellites were!

Wherever the cold gleam passed, even the moisture in the air instantly froze into ice crystals that rained down from the sky. The sharpness of that supreme Great Swordsman made everyone falling through the air feel cutting pain with every breath.

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