Brady Island waters.
A small golden ship sailed on the sea, gleaming with golden light under the sun.
It was a vessel literally built of gold.
On the golden boat sat a man in tattered pink clothes. His face was pale, cold sweat stread down him, and his greyish-green hair was disheveled. A still-bleeding knife wound on his lower abdon soaked his garnts, and the sleeve of his left arm was completely torn, revealing a swollen, engorged arm almost twice the size of his right.
Scattered across the golden boat were over a dozen golden weapons—swords, axes, spears, and halberds—along with several golden orbs, each about half a ter in diater.
’Damn it! To be discovered so quickly and to have a bounty placed on ... truly befitting of the Joker of the underworld. Looks like I can’t stay in the New World for now.’ Tesoro wiped the sweat from his forehead, frowning in thought. ’And whose subordinates were those guys? Each and every one of them was incredibly strong. I’ll have to investigate properly when I get back.’
Tesoro knew then that he had no chance of winning a direct confrontation against three masters. So, he fought and retreated, heading to the newly discovered gold mine outside Micity Port.
Controlling vast amounts of gold, his strength had increased significantly. The gold mine was nearly brought down by the excessive extraction of gold, but he managed to escape, using the large quantity of gold to construct a small boat, successfully getting away.
Pere pere pere... pere pere pere...
A Den Den Mushi rang. Tesoro frowned, pulling out a large-headed doll-shaped Den Den Mushi from his pocket. He answered, "This is Tesoro."
"Surururu! Tesoro-sama, your identity has been discovered! Three of our bases in the New World have been raided as well. You should return from the New World quickly, or it won’t be good if Joker finds out," a peculiar, childlike voice ca from the other end of the Den Den Mushi.
"It’s too late, Tanaka. I’ve already been hunted once," Tesoro grumbled.
"Oh dear, Tesoro-sama, are you alright? Do you need us to send soone to pick you up?" Tanaka-san on the other end of the Den Den Mushi asked with concern.
"Tell the remaining bases to stop collecting gold. Also, send soone to Fasko Island to pick up. Be careful not to be discovered by the Marines on the island," Tesoro gritted his teeth, giving his orders while enduring the pain.
"Understood, Tesoro-sama. I’ll send Dice to pick you up." The large-headed doll-shaped Den Den Mushi shook its head, emitting Tanaka-san’s voice.
Click!
Tesoro hung up, placing the Den Den Mushi on a surface. Then, he placed a hand on the boat’s edge.
The more than a dozen scattered golden weapons and several golden orbs transford into liquid, converging and connecting to the boat’s edges on both sides. When they closed, they ford a canopy, turning the golden boat into sothing resembling a covered boat, sailing on the sea.
...
Thwack!
Sword light flashed like lightning, and the gleaming blade instantly sliced across Aeridar’s chest. Blood splattered onto the devastated ground.
Boom!
Almost simultaneously, a pitch-black fist, imbued with a fierce gale, slamd into Saxon’s chest. Under the terrifying force, Saxon was sent flying backward, propelled tens of ters away, crashing into the ruins of a massive palace.
Rumble-rumble-rumble!
In a violent tremor, dust billowed into the sky.
"That barely tickled! Co on again! I’m not done yet!"
Aeridar grinned savagely, his deanor wild. He ripped off his tattered coat, throwing it to the ground, revealing his bare upper body.
"Boom!"
"Damn you! I’ll kill you!"
The ruins exploded. Countless bricks and stones flew into the air as Saxon, covered in blood and dust, soared aloft. Still clutching his fad sword, Quince, he brought it down in a single slash from mid-air.
Thwack!
The surroundings seed to dim. A massive blue slash seed to be squeezed out of the air, instantly tearing the ground apart as it charged forward.
"Give sothing new. You’ve repeated that line too many tis; I’m sick of it," Aeridar shouted mockingly. At the sa ti, he raised his right arm, clenching his fist. A faint white glow appeared on his fist, followed by a pressure bubble about ten centiters in diater, enveloping his fist.
"Airquake!!!"
Aeridar roared defiantly, unleashing three direct punches.
Crack!
The air fractured, like a shattered mirror, several cracks of varying lengths appearing and rapidly spreading outwards. In an instant, the air in front of him was covered in dense, fine cracks. Invisible vibrational force surged through the air, causing it to visibly distort.
At this mont, the massive blue slash seed to hit an invisible wall. It could not advance, and at the sa ti, the huge slash began to vibrate intensely.
Crash!
Finally, the massive slash distorted and shattered violently amidst intense vibrations, dissolving into specks of blue light that vanished into the air.
Rumble-rumble-rumble!
The ground continuously vibrated and cracked, splitting the earth. The terrifying vibrational force, after shattering Saxon’s slash, continued to surge forward, tearing the ground apart, shaking all structures into crumbling ruins, and stirring up a colossal cloud of dust.
Pah!
Hit directly by the terrifying vibrational force, Saxon was sent flying backward once more, leaving a trail of intermittent blood in the air. He was propelled an unknown number of ters away.
...
Second Training Ground.
Vito, transford into a Thunder Basilisk, and Benson, radiating cold, were still locked in fierce combat.
The wildly dancing lightning snakes pulverized the surrounding bricks and stones, turning them charred black, yet they couldn’t stop the spreading frost on Vito, who seed to be taking significant damage.
"Damn it..."
Vito continuously dodged, leaving afterimages, constantly evading the biting cold blasts that Benson exhaled.
Rumble!
A dilapidated wall suddenly shattered. Invisible vibrational force spread through the air, instantly slamming into both Vito and Benson.
"Nani...?"
Before either could react, their bodies were struck as if by a shockwave, sending them flying backward. Simultaneously, the entire Second Training Ground crumbled and disintegrated under this terrifying vibrational force, stirring up imnse dust and forming a sky-high cloud of smoke.
"Woooo! Hoooo! I’m already boiling!"
Aeridar’s face was alight with fervor. He casually wiped the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, then suddenly bent his legs, pushing off with imnse force.
Boom!
The ground instantly shattered, forming a spiderweb of cracks and kicking up a large cloud of dust as Aeridar launched himself skyward.
Hundreds of ters away.
Saxon lay coughing up large mouthfuls of blood on a collapsed wall, his famous sword, Quince, known as the Silver Sea Blade, lying beside him.
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