Shackles

Ye Mu stood before him, his entire body wrapped in a layer of flowing Armament Haki that looked like clothing, with nine blazing Fire Dragons swirling across it.

The confident smile on John's face finally vanished.

"What is this feeling!?"

He had merely sheathed his sword, yet facing this young man, it felt as though the shackles around his body had been removed.

Looking at Ye Mu's cold gaze, John felt as if a ferocious beast had been released.

In an instant, John sensed an extreme danger.

However, just as Ye Mu was confident, John was one of the dozen or so most powerful people on the sea. Although he was somewhat inferior to a freak like Whitebeard, he was not about to show fear in front of a young man. Instead, the killing intent in his heart grew even stronger.

Just as this kid had said earlier.

Judging by the strength he was displaying now, this might be the weakest he would ever be. If John did not finish him here,

then even though John now possessed the Cloud-Cloud Fruit, a powerful Logia, he had already begun to enter his twilight years and had no confidence that he could defeat his opponent in the future.

However, although he hated to admit it, he believed his swordsmanship was indeed far superior to this kid's. Yet after fighting for so long, apart from that last strike, he had not inflicted any serious damage on Ye Mu.

Even though that strike had left blood constantly flowing from the young man's chest, his expression suggested that it had not affected his combat ability at all.

Moreover, because of this strange power wrapped in Armament Haki, the bleeding had already begun to slow.

"Is it the difference in our mastery of Devil Fruit abilities?"