A cold glint drew closer and closer to him, leaving a chain of afterimages in midair. Before Huake Youjiha's bewildered eyes, Dongze flashed behind him once more.
A crimson dot appeared between his brows. His body suddenly went limp, then crumpled onto the ground, lifeless.
Dongze had driven Sword Intent through that strike. From the outside, it looked like no more than a tiny mark, but inside, the Sword Intent had utterly destroyed Huake's consciousness and brain.
Looking at Youjiha lying on the solid ice, Dongze flicked a finger. Long River tore through the air, and Sword Intent swept over him, turning him into a mummy. Then a sweep of Sword Aura reduced him to ash.
It had happened at an unbelievable speed. The killing blow was complete in just a few seconds.
"To think the World Government has diehards like that. You don't see that often!"
Dongze stood there and sighed twice before riding his Flying Sword back to the ship.
Robin had been waiting aboard for some time. As soon as Dongze returned, she hurried over and asked whether he was hurt and what had happened in the battle.
When she learned who those people were, her expression tightened. Her first thought was that they had come for her.
Dongze waved a hand. "I don't know what brought them here either, but it probably wasn't you. Otherwise, they wouldn't have needed to send someone at Admiral level!"
Robin went pale with shock. "Admiral level?"
"Mm. Probably Cipher Pol's strongest fighter!"
Dongze spoke so casually that Robin grew even more astonished. After a fierce battle against someone that powerful, he was neither flushed nor out of breath. She could hardly imagine how strong he had become.
"Dongze, how strong are you now...?"
The question that had been nagging at