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Chapter 57: Get Lost
"This is... what?"
The two CP0 agents' attack trajectories were forcibly deflected, making them stop. They stared at Sabo, who was suspended in the air with his eyes closed.
For three meters around the boy, the airflow was visibly distorting, forming an invisible vortex.
Under their masks, their eyes showed gravity for the first time.
"A domain-type ability?"
"No, more like small-scale trajectory interference."
"The energy fluctuation is intense. Consumption is massive. He can't last long."
The two quickly exchanged judgments. The conclusion was clear: the boy was a genius, but just that. This level of ability, before a true powerhouse, was just a fleeting firework.
"Trash! Two pieces of trash!"
On the Celestial Dragon ship, Saint Jalmack trembled with anger that the attack had not succeeded. He pointed at the flying figure, his shriek several times sharper than before.
"What are you waiting for?!"
"That bug! Get that bug who dares to fly in the sky down here!!"
"I want to crush him with my own feet!!"
"Did you hear me! Now! Immediately!"
The mad order carried an undeniable death threat.
The two CP0 agents looked at each other, no longer probing.
"Received."
The cold electronic voice fell.
Within one CP0 agent, the sickening sound of bones popping was heard.
His form twisted in mid-air and swelled. Gnarled muscles tore his pure white suit.
Black fur burst from his body, growing madly. His face elongated, fangs revealed.
In an instant, a giant werewolf, over three meters tall, exuding an ancient, tyrannical aura, appeared in the night sky!
Dog-Dog Fruit, Ancient Zoan, Model: Dire Wolf!
The other CP0 slowly opened his hands. On his palms, two strange, white lock-shaped patterns appeared.
"Lock!"
He shouted.
In the air, several invisible waves spread, precisely nailing the space around Sabo.
Sabo felt the wind around him suddenly become thick and sluggish, as if he were in an invisible swamp. His flight was no longer fluid or free!
"AWOOOO!!"
The werewolf-form CP0 opened his bloody maw, letting out a deafening roar!
A black smoke, mixed with a foul, corrosive stench, sprayed from his mouth, instantly polluting Sabo's wind domain!
Hisss…
The domain Sabo struggled to maintain, hit by the smoke, fluctuated violently. Its edges began to dissolve and collapse!
Crap!
Alarms screamed in Sabo's head.
His ability was countered!
The domain was polluted, the space was locked. His proud flying ability was greatly reduced!
In the moment his mind shook, the giant dire wolf moved!
It stomped on the air!
Moonwalk!
Boom!
The air exploded with a sonic boom!
Using this terrifying burst of power, the dire wolf's figure became a black flash, brazenly appearing before Sabo!
Its claws, gleaming with a dark metallic light, aimed for Sabo's heart with savage ferocity!
Too fast!
Too strong!
The shadow of death instantly enveloped Sabo!
"Not good!"
On the distant black ship, Ivankov's giant face was full of horror, instinctively about to act.
"Don't move."
A hand gently pressed his shoulder. Dragon had stood up at some point. He still didn't look back, his deep eyes locked on the battlefield, his voice void of emotion.
"Dragon-boy! That kid is about to..."
"Calm down."
Dragon spoke two words, allowing no argument.
Goa Kingdom, the coast.
In Blake's consciousness, the flame representing Sabo's life was dimming rapidly.
But at the same time, he sensed another wind.
A deeper, older, vaster wind, as if from the same source as the world itself, was awakening.
"Here he comes."
A smile touched his lips.
On the battlefield.
Just as the claws, sharp enough to pierce steel, were about to touch Sabo's chest.
Whoosh
A wind, completely different from Sabo's, a wind that seemed to come from beyond the world, suddenly swept the sea.
This wind was unbelievably tyrannical.
It ignored the Lock-Lock Fruit's spatial lock, ignored the dire wolf's ferocious aura.
It just... gently... swept.
It pulled Sabo, who was about to be disemboweled, back several meters, out of the fatal strike.
Psh!
The dire wolf's attack hit empty air.
His giant body froze in mid-air. He and his partner both stopped, their eyes under their masks, for the first time, showing unconcealable horror, staring at the source of the wind.
On the sea, Saint Jalmack's hysterical roar died. His fat features twisted, as if seeing an incomprehensible monster.
On the black ship, Ivankov's exaggerated jaw dropped open, wide enough to fit a fist.
And Sabo, wrapped in that gentle wind, his eyes were wide.
He felt this wind in shock.
It wasn't sharp and violent like his.
It was gentle, heavy, yet it contained... a will that embraced the world!
This is... what?
Under everyone's shocked gaze.
In the air between Sabo and the two CP0 agents, the mysterious wind began to gather, to spin, gradually outlining a vague human-like silhouette.
It was a figure in a dark green, hooded cloak.
The wind wove his flesh and blood, the night outlined his form.
The figure solidified.
A cold, resolute face was exposed to the moonlight. The crimson, diamond-shaped tattoo on his left cheek was like the deepest brand.
He didn't look at the two CP0 agents, who were on high alert.
He just looked down... at Sabo, who was gently held by the wind, his face full of shock.
That gaze... held appreciation, mixed with pity, and a trace of deeply hidden warmth.
Then, he slowly looked up, his gaze finally landing on the two CP0 agents.
No killing intent. No anger.
Only a bottomless calm.
He held out a hand.
An invisible, yet terrifying pressure, one that made space itself tremble, descended!
The two CP0 agents felt as if an invisible mountain was crushing them. Their bones groaned. Even their legs, holding them up with Moonwalk, began to tremble!
The man spoke.
His voice was not loud, but it was a decree that echoed in the night sky.
"Get lost."