Just as Maha's sure-kill strike was about to land, he discovered in horror that the target that had just been in his sight had vanished.
After three years of inhuman training on Rusukaina Island, Dawn's explosive speed alone had reached an utterly terrifying level, enough to rival the awakened Sanji who would shine brilliantly in the battle of Onigashima.
At full burst, his movement speed could easily surpass the limit of retinal perception, creating an almost invisible effect.
"What?!"
Maha jolted in shock. A sharp red glint flashed in his eyes beneath the mask as he unleashed his Observation Haki to its fullest, scanning the surroundings like radar.
At last, he caught the fleeting location of that aura.
But catching it did not mean he could deal with it. There was not the slightest hint of joy on Maha's face beneath the mask; instead, his expression instantly turned incredibly grim, and cold sweat poured uncontrollably down his forehead.
The instincts forged through countless battles screamed a warning—at the terrifying speed his opponent had displayed, he simply had no time to make any effective response!
The intense shadow of death descended over him. He could only rely on instinct and activate his strongest defensive technique.
"Iron Body: Steel!"
Maha let out a low roar. The muscles across his body bulged like rock, while a dense layer of Armament Haki instantly covered his skin as he attempted to withstand this unknown strike head-on.
Squelch!
Dawn appeared before him as if he had teleported. Gambler's Fireline, coated in flowing Armament Haki, pierced through Maha's supposedly impregnable defense without the slightest resistance, like a red-hot dinner knife cutting through butter, and ran through his heart.
Maha's body jolted violently. His eyes widened, his pupils beneath the mask filled with disbelief and despair.
He felt