"Even without my legs, even while holding up an island, I, Golden Lion, am still invincible!"
With a sword in each hand, Golden Lion seemed like an entirely different man from before.
His Conqueror's Haki seemed ready to punch a hole through the heavens, and his razor-sharp aura seemed capable of slicing through anything. Randall's skin and muscles began to tremble involuntarily.
But far from regretting his choice as Golden Lion had predicted, Randall felt incredibly fortunate.
Whoosh. A gust of wind swept past.
The sword in Golden Lion's hand had already fallen.
An enormous golden blade of sword energy shot forth.
"Slashing Wave!"
This was the true Slashing Wave!
Facing that strike, Randall felt as though all the space before him had been cleaved in two.
Different! Completely different!
Compared to this, that earlier slash was like a child playing with a sword!
The thought of dodging rose in Randall's mind, but he crushed it an instant later.
He would take this strike head-on!
With that thought, Randall raised his arms and crossed them before his chest.
Golden Lion burst out laughing at the sight.
"Jahahahaha! Still think it's the same as that last strike?
Brat, if you actually die to this one, that'll be downright embarrassing!"
The next second, the slash struck Randall.
In that instant, Randall experienced the might of a truly elite Great Swordsman.
He also learned what it meant to possess the ultimate cutting edge.
The armor on Randall's arms was sliced open like paper, sending blood flying.
His arms held it back for only a moment before being knocked aside. The sword energy, barely diminished, drove straight into his chest.
With a bang, the force spilling from the sword energy sent Randall's helmet flying.
The helmet spun several times through the air before dissolving