This madman... had actually charged through the attack, taking it head-on with his face?
Golden Lion had no time to change his move. His body reacted on instinct.
Hanging with his legs raised, he crossed the two famous swords named Oto and Kogarashi before his chest. His pitch-black Armament Haki instantly hardened to its limit as he tried to block a slash that wasn't merely unreasonable-it practically broke all the rules.
Clang!
The blades collided.
Lin Xuan felt the web of his hand go numb, as though he had struck a solid mountain of iron.
But a moment later, the frenzy deep inside him completely overwhelmed the pain.
Not enough.
Still not deep enough!
"Down you go!"
The red light in Lin Xuan's eyes left a trailing afterimage as he roared, as though trying to empty every last breath from his lungs.
The black Haki and golden Spiritual Pressure on the Demon Sword Murakumo intertwined into a dark-gold torrent of destruction. At that instant, his power output broke past its peak once again.
Crack.
A faint yet heart-stopping crack reached both men's ears with perfect clarity.
Beneath Murasame, a famous sword that wasn't even top-tier, the Armament Haki defense Golden Lion took such pride in actually developed a hairline fissure.
Even a mighty dike could collapse from an anthill.
The instant that tiny fissure appeared, the balance of victory had already tipped.
The dark-gold blade light forced its way through the gap and slashed savagely across Golden Lion's chest.
Blood sprayed into the raging wind.
Golden Lion felt an irresistible force smash into his chest. He was sent flying like a baseball hit for a home run, trailing white sonic-boom clouds through the air as he plummeted straight down like a meteor.
Boom!
The Floating Main Island below let