Chelint

The young man was named Chelint, Saint Garling's son.

He was the current commander of the younger generation of the God's Knights.

Among the younger generation of Celestial Dragons, he was also one of the strongest.

"Get out of my way!" Chelint shoved aside the person blocking his path.

"Your Highness, you must not be careless. He has Mihawk's Lineage Factor."

Chelint did not listen at all. No one who dared draw a blade before him had ever lived to see the next day.

"Isn't he just some insignificant Shichibukai? Besides, he isn't Mihawk!"

Whoosh!

His figure vanished from where he stood, appearing behind Little Mihawk the next second.

The other members of God's Knights immediately followed, intending to assist Chelint from the side.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The other Seraphim also rushed over at top speed, each finding an opponent to hold back.

Before coming here, Swain had ordered them to fight with Little Mihawk as their leader.

Thus, protecting Little Mihawk was naturally their top priority.

Screech!

Little Mihawk reacted with incredible speed, bringing his sword behind his back.

Chelint's famed sword, Storm Dance, struck against his long blade, sending sparks flying.

"You think this is over?"

Chelint exerted more force, and Conqueror's Haki erupted at that instant.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Lightning constantly danced around the sword hilt.

Then came a sharp crack!

Little Mihawk's blade broke.

His body flew backward like a cannonball, crashing through several buildings before barely coming to a stop.

"Hmph! Mihawk is nothing special after all!" Chelint said disdainfully.

"So strong!" exclaimed the knight who had tried to stop him earlier.

But then his expression turned terrified.

"Your Highness, watch out!"

At some unknown moment, Little Mihawk had silently struggled out from beneath the collapsed buildings. His movements were nimble and decisive, like an