"The hero shall vanquish **, for what he wields is..."
A sudden whistle split the air.
A golden streak sliced through the lingering frost mist, shooting straight toward Baruf Tani.
Her golden, slit pupils abruptly contracted.
This time, she did not rely on her tough dragon scales to take the blow head-on, but nimbly leaped backward.
The blade, wreathed in golden light, skimmed through the spot where she had just stood, plowing a deep furrow in the ground.
"-the Golden Mountain King's blade."
Rossi emerged from the light, the long blade in his hand humming incessantly.
Golden light tore through the air, surging forward with a deafening boom, as though an invisible giant blade had slashed across the frozen docks. Cracks spread all the way to the frozen sea in the distance.
"A flying slash of this caliber is quite rare."
Baruf Tani did not back down.
Her golden, slit pupils remained fixed on her opponent-the vision granted by her Devil Fruit allowed her to capture every movement clearly.
Even if he could interfere with Observation Haki, she had been through far too many battles that did not depend on Haki.
"A pity this power isn't your own."
"True."
Rossi held the long sword, flowing with golden light, across his body.
On his own, he was still far from being able to unleash a flying slash.
The Middle-aged Poet's power of encouragement, the weapon and armor Jora had forged with her Devil Fruit power, and the Observation Haki he had only just awakened, which could also obscure his opponent's perception-only by combining all of these did he qualify to stand here.
"As long as I win, why quibble over where the power comes from?"
The cloak bearing the Gryphon Crest billowed behind his shoulders, and his sword reflected a cold