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Two blazing white beams suddenly burst from the eyes of the man on the left.
Almost simultaneously, the girl with cat ears tilted her face up to meet them, two equally dazzling beams shooting from her eyes.
The four streams of energy clashed in midair with a piercing shriek, and the smell of scorched ozone filled the air.
The sharp clang of metal erupted from the other side.
A slender blade cast from gold locked against a serrated long knife, their edges grinding together in showers of sparks.
The man holding the Golden Sword forced a laugh through his teeth, his mouth stretching into an exaggerated grin.
"What an interesting look in your eyes."
He twisted his wrist, the blade bending slightly under the immense force. "Don't tell me you thought nobody here could give you a fight?"
Had fate followed its original course, he indeed would not have been a match for the man facing him.
But things were different now-his body, pushed beyond its limits, combined with the Devil Fruit that let him manipulate gold, had firmly secured him the third-highest seat in the Family.
The tall masked man did not respond.
His serrated long knife suddenly pressed down, its interlocking edges trapping the Golden Sword.
At the same instant, he released the hilt with his right hand-as he let go, that arm began to transform. Pitch-black feathers covered his skin, and his bones stretched and lengthened, becoming a wing coated in Armament Haki.
The wing slashed down like a blade.
"Tankyūdon."
Though formed from flesh and blood, the terrifying physique granted by an Ancient Zoan, combined with top-tier Armament Haki and the special talent flowing through his bloodline, made this wing as hard as any famous sword in the world.
The instant the wing blade descended,