"Enough. This ends here!" The faint weariness in Kirishima Bupai's voice abruptly turned cold.
He slowly raised Yamato, pointing its tip straight at Hawkeye Mihawk.
An eerie blue light gathered frantically along the blade. The surrounding space began to warp and tremble violently, as though unable to withstand the power about to erupt.
In an instant, a destructive aura engulfed the entire stretch of sea.
"You shall DIE-!!!"
With that icy proclamation, like a god delivering judgment, Kirishima Bupai abruptly lowered his body like a cheetah about to strike. The next moment, he moved.
There was no trajectory, no process, as though space itself had folded.
An eerie blue slash spanning heaven and earth tore through space and warped the light, instantly swallowing Hawkeye Mihawk's figure with the will to end everything.
Boom-!!!
After the slash passed, Kirishima Bupai stood on a floating fragment of ship planking several dozen meters behind Hawkeye.
He slowly sheathed his blade.
Clink-!
As Yamato slid fully into its sheath with a crisp sound, a terrifying sight unfolded.
Centered on the path of Judgment Cut End, countless intersecting blue cracks abruptly appeared throughout the space within a radius of several dozen meters, like a shattered mirror.
Then, as though in a chain reaction, the sounds of shattering rang out one after another.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
All the wreckage floating on the sea, whether the enormous remains of Don Krieg's flagship or fragments of other pirate ships.
The instant they touched those eerie blue cracks, they were silently annihilated, as though an invisible hand had forcibly erased them from reality.
Now, only a jarring, eerily empty patch remained on that stretch of sea.
Kirishima Bupai had deliberately held back. Hawkeye Mihawk was hurled away by the blast's aftershock like a kite with its string cut.
Bang-!