But not everyone was as lucky as he was. Half the Admiral-level fighters in midair were cut clean in two. More than a dozen explosions followed as those who failed to dodge in time were blasted into bloody mist by the Sword Intent trailing behind the strike.
The sword-wielding member of the Five Elders lost his left arm as well. The strike had severed it at the shoulder.
A thunderous blast came from the sea. Dozens of miles away, a sword strike sent towering waves surging into the sky.
Everyone present froze. The World-Destroying Sea had been terrifying, but as long as they did not touch it, their lives were not in danger. It had only destroyed the buildings of Mary Geoise.
This strike was different. It had brought them face-to-face with death, and at last they wanted to retreat. Life or death could be decided in an instant.
"Damn it!"
"Bastard!"
Facing the young man standing before them, no one dared make another rash move. Only muttered curses broke the silence.
Even the Five Elders suppressed their towering fury and stared coldly at Dongze.
"Enough! There's no point hiding it anymore!"
With a soft sigh, the elder whose mustache had been clipped short took off his coat, now reduced to rags. His muscles swelled, and an unfathomable aura churned around him. He had activated his Devil Fruit power.
The elder in a black suit, with curly white hair, a bushy white beard, a flat cap, and a scar on his left cheek, sighed too.
They had meant to get close to Dongze, use their powers, and eliminate this potential enemy without a sound.
But they had not expected his Swordsmanship to be so troublesome. It was not just the eleven Flying Swords darting through the air. Even his sword