A deafening roar erupted out of nowhere, shaking the heavens and earth!
The bald monk, clutching the First Generation Demon Blade, unleashed another explosive attack. A terrifying slash swept in all directions, forcing back Lin Xuan's golden Susanoo and the massive Wooden Golem with sheer power. But it was only a momentary reprieve—both the golden Susanoo and the towering Wooden Golem surged forward again, relentlessly pummeling the monk.
Their clashes were cataclysmic, sending shockwaves of raw energy rippling outward, stunning all who witnessed it. Blinding sword beams flashed so brilliantly that even those hundreds of miles away felt their eyes dazzled.
Near the Sabaody Archipelago, Hawkeye, who had been locked in combat with Konoha's White Fang, had paused his fight. His gaze was fixed on the distant battlefield, his expression one of rare awe. He had long believed himself unmatched in swordsmanship. The world hailed him as the greatest swordsman, a title he neither sought nor rejected. Yet, after witnessing White Fang's masterful blade techniques and now the bald monk's devastating slashes that tore through dozens of miles, Hawkeye realized how naive he had been.
There were so many swordmasters in this world, and he—Hawkeye—was far from the pinnacle, whether in skill or sheer destructive power. But this revelation didn't crush him. Instead, it ignited a fierce determination within him. He had found a new path, a new horizon to chase.
At the second battlefront, Jinbe had been fighting the First Generation Lightning Shadow for what felt like an eternity. His body was scorched black from relentless lightning strikes, yet he refused to fall. The Lightning Shadow, impressed, let out a sigh. "I never thought I'd come to respect a fish."
Jinbe, battered but unbowed, muttered, "Is that supposed to be a compliment? Because it feels like an insult."
At the third battlefront, the Third Generation Lightning Shadow roared, "Hell Stab: Four-Finger Assault!" A spear-like bolt of lightning flashed, and Bartholomew Bear's massive frame collapsed with a thunderous crash. Mechanical parts spilled from his body, exposed for all to see. The Lightning Shadow looked down at the fallen figure and said solemnly, "You're a worthy opponent. If the World Government hadn't turned you into this, we could've had a real fight. What a shame."
At the fourth battlefront, Moonlight Moria lay motionless, tendrils of black smoke still rising from his body. Whether he was dead or alive, no one could tell.
At the fifth, Crocodile had become the First Generation Wind Shadow's prisoner, sealed with a technique meant for tailed beasts. Though it restrained him, the seal wasn't perfect for a non-beast like him. Seizing his chance, Crocodile broke free and vanished.
At the sixth, Doflamingo was nowhere to be seen. Sensing the tide turning against him, he had slipped away long ago.
At the seventh battlefront, a wooden ship crafted by Hashirama Senju glided steadily toward the Sabaody Archipelago. The crew, led by Frecks and others who had been filming the battle, steered the vessel at a leisurely pace but with unwavering stability. They were nearing their destination.
Onboard, Empress Boa Hancock, Conis, and Kaguya Otsutsuki kept their eyes fixed on Lin Xuan's towering figure in the distant battlefield. Hancock's heart raced. She hadn't anticipated the World Government's hidden strength, nor had she imagined Lin Xuan's power would surpass her wildest expectations. Even the elite forces sent to reinforce the government were being overwhelmed, battered by Lin Xuan's relentless assault. A surge of admiration swelled within her, growing stronger by the moment.
Also aboard was Vice Admiral Tsuru, her eyes scanning the horizon, hoping for someone—anyone—to defeat their enemies and help her rescue the Celestial Dragons. Occasionally, navy soldiers attempted to storm the ship, but Kaguya effortlessly sent them flying, their fates grim. Tsuru almost wanted to shout for them to stop throwing their lives away.
After a long wait, her hopes were answered—but not as she'd expected. Her old comrade, Garp, appeared before her, battered and unconscious. It turned out that Might Guy, unable to hold back, had opened the Eighth Gate of the Eight Gates technique, instantly overpowering Garp. Yet Garp's monstrous resilience kept him alive, albeit barely. As for Might Guy, the toll of the Eighth Gate was too much. Even maintaining his Reanimated body was a struggle, and after delivering Garp to the ship, he could no longer fight.
Tsuru, unaware of these details, felt despair creeping in. Was the navy doomed to total defeat?
Then, a chilling voice cut through the air from the sea. "So this is the might of the Five Elders? Nothing impressive!"
Tsuru's face paled. She recognized Lin Xuan's voice, but only now did she realize he was battling one of the Five Elders. The revelation hit her like a tidal wave—the Five Elders possessed such terrifying strength?
As she reeled from the shock, Lin Xuan's voice boomed again. "It's time to end this. Let's see how you handle my Ocean-Bursting Star!"
Ocean-Bursting Star?
The name stunned both Uchiha Madara and Hashirama Senju, who were watching the battle unfold. They knew of the Planetary Devastation technique, but Ocean-Bursting Star was new to them. When had Lin Xuan developed such a move? Curiosity piqued, they turned their attention to the live battle feed in their minds.
What they saw left them speechless. Lin Xuan's golden Susanoo and massive Wooden Golem merged into a colossal dragon, stretching two thousand meters long. Standing atop its head, Lin Xuan's eyes glowed with the unmistakable power of the Rinnegan.
Both Madara and Hashirama felt a jolt, their thoughts aligning in awe: He's awakened the Six Paths Mode!
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