Battle (5)

Red-Haired radiated overwhelming Haki, its force surging as if it were tangible, as though it could destroy everything around him at any moment. At his sides, the Haki took the form of sharp spearheads that gleamed with cold light, aimed directly at Saint Mars and Saint Nusjuro.

Saint Mars was massive, like a moving hill, with dark skin and bulging muscles that exuded a terrifying aura. Saint Nusjuro, meanwhile, was tall and lean, his face cold and stern. He gripped a famous blade in his hand, his eyes filled with endless killing intent.

"Damn it, this brat's Haki is truly a headache." Saint Mars pulled back, communicating with Saint Nusjuro in a way only the five of them could hear.

Saint Nusjuro nodded slightly and replied, "It's practically like fighting two monsters, and Haki's damage against us is nearly one hundred percent. The title of strongest Haki in a century truly isn't undeserved."

A trace of wariness flashed through his eyes.

"But compared to Lord Imu and Joy Boy from eight hundred years ago, it's still far inferior," Saint Nusjuro continued.

As the two spoke, Red-Haired closed in once more. His rapier let out a clear ring, as if cheering for the battle to come. A crimson sword aura slashed through the air like lightning, instantly illuminating the entire island.

Saint Nusjuro did not dare let his guard down. He immediately drew his famed blade and roared, "Demon Slayer!" A formed sword aura resembling a skull opened its jaws wide, seeking to devour Red-Haired's attack.

The two powerful forces collided with a deafening boom. The surrounding air seemed to tear apart as the howling gale grew even fiercer. Sand and stones were swept from the ground, forming a massive dust storm.

Red-Haired's gaze sharpened, and Haki surged from his body