"Now, does anyone still think we can ram straight through?"
As Yas's icy voice echoed across the deathly silent deck, every Marine felt a chill shoot from the soles of their feet to the crowns of their heads!
The soldiers who had been shouting so arrogantly moments before now stood pale and silent, their eyes filled with indescribable terror as they watched that distant figure, who seemed like a god or demon.
One look!
With just one look, he had slain a battle-hardened Marine Headquarters major in midair from several nautical miles away!
This was no longer a battle they could comprehend!
"It's the Dark King! 'Dark King' Silvers Rayleigh!"
Vice Admiral Pokato held his shattered glasses, his voice trembling violently with sheer terror. "Only him! Only the legendary right-hand man of the Pirate King could possess such terrifying swordsmanship!"
"We... we've actually run into the vice-captain of the Roger Pirates!"
The moment that name was spoken, gasps rang out across the deck.
If Roger was the "king" of pirates, then Rayleigh was the "demon" who had helped that king reach the summit! His legend was even more shrouded in mystery and bloodshed than Roger's own!
At the bow of the Leviathan.
Yas quietly watched the man in the distance, who was still drinking leisurely. The last trace of boredom slowly faded from his ice-blue eyes, replaced by the excitement of finding a worthy opponent.
His Mantra could clearly "hear" it.
Within that man's body lay a vast, concentrated "will," sharpened to the utmost extreme.
That will was like a peerless sword tempered a thousand times over, seemingly plain and unadorned within its sheath, yet capable of cleaving everything between heaven and earth once drawn!
Utterly unlike Charlotte Linlin's chaotic, violent will, this was the soul of a swordsman who