The natural system started off strong, but the navy finally reached its peak!

"Is that not allowed?! Isn't this much better?!"

Hawkeye still ignored her.

They didn't even react to her "suggestion".

However, his gaze was completely fixed on Shamrock, who was standing guard a few meters away.

In particular, Shamrock's face bears a striking resemblance to Shanks.

Hawkeye's eyes remained calm, but Shamrock sensed a murderous intent emanating from the man, silently enveloping his entire body!

Shamrock's palms, gripping the rapier, were sweating.

He even involuntarily took a half step back.

Even though the other party's expression was normal and he didn't deliberately unleash his aura, the oppressive feeling emanating from the pinnacle of swordsmanship was so strong that it made him tremble!

This was unlike any enemy he had ever faced before!

Just then, Hawkeye made a move.

He slowly raised his right hand again and grasped the hilt of the black sword "Night" on his back.

He didn't rush to draw his sword, but simply maintained this posture, calmly watching Shamlock.

Immediately afterwards, Conqueror's Haki slowly wrapped around his arm holding the sword, and finally condensed on the tsuba of the black sword "Night" that was still unsheathed!

Shamrock's heart nearly leaped out of his chest, his muscles tensed to the limit, and he unleashed his full Observation Haki.

However, no "safe" trajectory could be found to dodge or block!

It was as if no matter how he dealt with it, the next blow was bound to come and he would be unable to resist it!

Then, Hawkeye spoke.

"Although she's a superfluous, idle person..."

Hawkeye paused slightly.

"never mind."

"If you can escape..."

Those eagle eyes seemed to see right through Shamrock, inside and out, even the trembling sword in his hand.

"...and survived."

"The title of 'World's Greatest Swordsman'..."

With a slight flick of his wrist, the blade of the black sword "Night" emitted a very faint hum from its sheath.

"I'll give it to you."

The moment the words fell.

Time stood still for a frame.

In Shamlock's field of vision, he only saw Hawkeye's hand holding the knife move slightly.

There was no earth-shattering sword draw, no dazzling sword energy.

There wasn't even a glint of a blade.

The next moment...

"Pfft!!!"

Shamlock, still in a dazed defensive state, looked down in astonishment.

He saw that his right arm, which was holding the sword, had been severed cleanly at the shoulder!

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and not even any blood gushed out immediately!

"Ugh!!!"

Shamlock let out a low scream, his left hand instinctively reaching to cover his severed arm.

His body staggered backward from the excruciating pain and loss of balance, his face filled with disbelief!

He didn't even see how the other person drew their knife!

No, the other party might not have even drawn their sword?!

What kind of swordsmanship is this?! What kind of speed is this?!

What is this... a monster?!

Hawkeye remained standing, his black sword "Night" drawn, not a drop of blood on its blade.

Calmly watching Shamrock scream and stagger backward, blood finally gushing from his severed arm.

It's like watching a moth with its wings clipped, struggling in vain.

Perona had long forgotten how to cry; she stared blankly at the scene with her mouth agape.

Both Tesoro and the recovered Aramu were filled with shock.

Chapter 730 Multiple Lines Blooming: The King's Stroll (Part 5)

The Holy Land battlefield is raging on multiple fronts, with the full strength of the Divine Cavalry Corps...

At this moment, they are being trapped in a death trap composed of the Navy's top combat forces.

To firmly restrain, divide, and even defeat them one by one.

An eerie silence pervaded the main road leading to Pangu City, the core area of ​​the holy site.

This wide road, paved with pure white marble, is large enough for ten carriages to travel side by side.

The "divine path," which was usually driven by slaves, is now empty.

At the end of the road stands the building that symbolizes the World Government's eight hundred years of absolute rule.

The entrance to Pangu City features a giant archway that is tens of meters high.

And right in front of this magnificent, breathtaking entrance

Less than 100 meters away, there was a set of simple furniture that seemed out of place with its surroundings.

An ordinary wooden square table and a hardwood chair with a back.

On the table, dozens of Den Den Mushi of various shapes and sizes were densely packed together, but at this moment all of them had their eyes closed and antennae drooping.

They represent communication lines leading to key defensive lines throughout the Holy Land.

The collective silence at this moment coldly proclaims a fact.

Almost all of the defenses were pre-planned to be guarded by the Knights of God.

They have all been breached or are engaged in fierce battles, leaving them no time to spare for anything else.

Junzi sat upright in the chair.

She stood alone, guarding this last "door".

Footsteps approached from afar.

Junzi slowly raised his eyelids and looked straight ahead.

Three figures, bathed in the "sunlight" of the sacred land, walked straight toward her along the divine path, toward the entrance of Pangu City.

The leader was wearing a pure white marshal's coat, symbolizing the highest authority in the navy, with a simple black shirt and military trousers underneath.

With steady steps, eyes fixed straight ahead, and no superfluous expression on his face, it was none other than Gern.

To his left and right, half a step back,

On the left is Enel, the "god".

On the right is "The Devil" Douglas Barrett.

God and the devil.

"The King's Wings".

Unlike the elegant, aloof, and slightly lazy Hawkeye

Enel and Barrett's "loyalty" or "following"

In essence, they all take challenging, defeating, and ultimately replacing Gern as the ultimate goal and pleasure in life.

So, besides this goal

They have no interest in power, wealth, or even so-called "justice".

And Gern is the only one who can suppress both of these monsters at the same time and direct their destructive power in the direction he needs.

This twisted bond is based on absolute strength and a shared "fun" (challenging the peak).

More solid than any vow, and more destructive than any combination.

The three walked in unison, silently moving forward, creating an immense, invisible pressure.

Junzi's gaze swept over Enel and Barrett, finally settling on Gern.

"Eight hundred years."

"From the day the World Government was established, the Empty Throne was secured, and the Holy Land of Mary Geoise became a divine realm..."

"Those who have fought their way here, who stand here, who stand before the gates of Pangu City..."

"Only Gern Reginald Sigma."

"You're all alone."

This "uniqueness" is both praise and the heaviest judgment of fate.

Gern stopped about ten meters away from the wooden table.

Enel and Barrett also stopped, standing on his left and right sides.

Neither of them spoke, because they knew their mission and the people they were dealing with.

So Gern met Junzi's gaze and said

"You don't think..."

"You're sitting here all by yourself..."

He tilted his head slightly, gesturing to Enel and Barrett beside him.

"It can keep any one of the three of us occupied, right?"

The question form is actually an absolute negation.

Upon hearing this, Junzi's face seemed to move slightly, as if the bandages wrapped around his face were twitching.

She didn't answer, but slowly stood up from the chair.

As she stood up, the white bandages that had been wrapped around her body suddenly came to life!

The tip transforms into a sharp, arrowhead-like shape!

Countless bandage "arrows" hovered around her body, poised to be fired, locking onto the three people in front of her!

Arrow-Arrow Fruit power, activate!

Action is the answer.

Why not?

Gern stared at the bandaged arrow poised to be released, his expression unchanged, not even raising an eyebrow.

He only said one sentence

"Tell her to get out."

roll.

The moment the word fell.

Enel and Barrett remained completely still.

Junzi's tense nerves faltered slightly. The enemy's main force hadn't moved. Could it be...?

The very instant the thought flashed through her mind!