"Kid… after releasing such a massive Golden Conqueror's Haki, I reckon you don't have much left in your body, do you?"
Sword Saint Bickley's grotesque face twisted in a sneer as he glared at Ashveil, every word dripping with mockery.
"Let me guess… all that Haki was used to protect your Whitebeard Pirates, right?" Bickley's eyes scanned Ashveil from head to toe, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. At that moment, he seemed like a master strategist, fully confident in his assessment.
Ashveil, however, yawned lazily, utterly nonchalant. He even dug into his ear, showing the height of his indifference.
"Sword Saint, you're amusing," Ashveil said, flashing a row of white teeth. "It's just Golden Conqueror's Haki. Honestly, my Conqueror's Haki is limitless, I could go for eternity."
Even Ashveil had not initially realized the full magnitude of his own Haki. What he thought was only a small layer of Golden Conqueror's Haki had, by sheer instinct, manifested into something of overwhelming scale and intensity. A casual gesture from him had generated a defense comparable to city walls.
The difference this time, however, was extraordinary. After unleashing such immense Haki, Ashveil felt invigorated rather than drained. His blood flowed faster, his body pulsed with energy. The breakthrough granted by the system reward had pushed his Conqueror's Haki past ten thousand points, a qualitative leap.
Now, his Conqueror's Haki regenerated endlessly. The power surged within him, almost urging him to release it.
Bickley's eyes widened, disbelief etched across his face. Endless? Could a mere human wield such limitless Conqueror's Haki? Only the great Imu was supposed to possess this ability. Yet here stood Ashveil, proving it possible.
Sword Saint Bickley's disbelief twisted into roaring laughter. "Are you joking, brat? Endless? Only the God of this world, Imu, can achieve such power!" He bellowed toward the sky, the reverence for Imu clear despite his fury.
"I'll personally expose your lie, Ashveil!" Bickley's eyes blazed with renewed fighting spirit. His Holy Sword unleashed a roar of its own, the energy around it manifesting into a fearsome presence.
"Most of your Golden Conqueror's Haki went into defending your crew, didn't it? Let's see how you handle this!"
Bickley's aura swelled to godlike proportions. With a mighty swing, his Holy Sword conjured a colossal white dragon, its scales gleaming like radiant metal. The dragon's eyes locked on Ashveil with unrelenting ferocity.
Roar!
The dragon charged at Ashveil with blinding speed, its roar shaking the very air. Lightning danced along its form, crackling with energy that warped the surrounding space.
On the ground, the Whitebeard Pirates stared in awe and disbelief.
"What kind of attack is this? It's shaking the entire space!" Marco exclaimed. Never had he imagined that Bickley, in his transformed state, could wield such terrifying power.
This attack, in their estimation, was even more formidable than the assault Ashveil had once unleashed on the World Allied Forces.
Hawkeye Mihawk's sharp eyes gleamed. "This attack… he is channeling Conqueror's Haki directly into the sword intent of the Holy Sword. A swordsman of this caliber merges Haki and weapon seamlessly, creating a materialized attack of godlike precision."
He began to reconsider the Celestial Dragons' might. They were not the weak, pampered nobles scattered across the world; among them existed terrifying warriors with lineage and power beyond imagination.
This Sword Saint, descended from Imu's lineage, was a force of unimaginable strength. Could Ashveil possibly falter against such an opponent? Even Mihawk, a master swordsman, felt genuine concern for Ashveil's survival.
"Did he expend all his Golden Conqueror's Haki protecting us?" Whitebeard muttered, worry etched on his face. The Whitebeard Pirates exchanged grim looks. They were powerless in a battle of this scale; their fate rested entirely in Ashveil's hands.
Even the World Government agents in the nearby laboratory paused their work, eyes glued to the unfolding battle. If the Sword Saint prevailed, their fortunes might change.
Kaido and Charlotte Linlin observed in tense silence.
"Kaido, I never imagined such strength among the Celestial Dragons," Linlin said. The thought of conquering the world now seemed almost impossible. To overthrow the Celestial Dragons' bloodline would require more than raw strength—it demanded an impossible level of power and precision.
Kaido's expression hardened, recalling his own capture by the Celestial Dragons. The world's ruling class was far more formidable than he had ever imagined.
Sengoku, too, swallowed hard. Even he had been unaware of the true magnitude of the Sword Saint's power. He had often wondered how the Celestial Dragons could maintain control over the world for so long. Now he understood: their lineage and strength were far from ordinary.
From above, Saint Mars murmured, astonished. "Sword Saint! His power is unfathomable!"
"The bloodline of the Celestial Dragons is not something a mere Ashveil can contend with! Hahaha!" Saint Mars laughed, his tone both mocking and impressed.
Indeed, overthrowing the Celestial Dragons was not a task for a novice. The foundation they had built over centuries could not be shaken by a young man, no matter how prodigious.
A tense wind swept across the battlefield, carrying the crackling energy of the White Dragon. Even the ocean seemed to recoil, waves bending and churning as if anticipating the clash. Ashveil's calm eyes tracked every movement, each breath measured and steady.
Below him, the Whitebeard Pirates braced themselves, their hearts pounding. They had witnessed legends, faced monstrous foes, yet nothing prepared them for this display of power. It was a war unlike any other, and Ashveil stood at the epicenter.
Sword Saint Bickley's grin widened, his confidence unshaken despite his earlier disbelief. "Let's see if you can truly match this, Ashveil! Show me the limits of your so-called endless Haki!"
The air thickened with tension, the battle poised on the edge of a cataclysm. Both warriors radiated unrelenting power, the coming clash promising to leave the world itself trembling.
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