"Hmph… a World Governnt that has taken root in the seas for eight hundred years?"
With a cold snort, Kazama Haruto's tone was filled with disdain.
If he had not fallen into slumber for four thousand years, how could sothing like the World Governnt have ever co into existence?
The Saint lineage—the Celestial Dragons—
Were nothing more than opportunists who had seized what was left behind!
No matter what—
The king's throne, Vimana, was sothing he would absolutely reclaim!
But before that—
He would retrieve the other treasures first!
After all, the World Governnt had stood for eight hundred years. Its strength was undeniably imnse.
To storm Mary Geoise alone—
He would have to face over a dozen figures at the level of Admirals and even the Four Emperors!
Even now, Kazama Haruto still did not have a complete understanding of the strength of the current era's top powers.
"…Understood."
Cobra lowered his head, not daring to argue further.
Yet inwardly, he sighed.
As expected—
The King of Heroes was just as the legends described…
Arrogant beyond asure.
A king who placed nothing in his eyes.
…
In the first half of the Grand Line—
"Clang! Clang!"
Sword light erupted, tearing through space and crushing the air itself…
Across heaven and sea—
A single invisible slash split the sky, stirring the clouds as it shot ten thousand ters into the distance.
The ocean below exploded into waves dozens of ters high!
The traces of shattered space spread everywhere…
With a single strike—
The sea itself seed turned upside down!
At the origin of that sword strike—
A tall figure stood, dressed in a black warrior's robe, hair tied back neatly, his posture upright. He still maintained the stance of his swing.
In his hand—
Was a golden sword of unmatched brilliance, adorned with countless gemstones, dazzling to the extre.
Golden sword light continuously surged from the blade, its peerless sharpness warping the surrounding space.
"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!!!"
"This sword!"
"This sword has surpassed even the Supre Grade Blades!"
"With it—perhaps even Mihawk is no longer my equal!"
Lowering his stance, the man raised the magnificent sword before his eyes, gazing at it intently. His face was filled with uncontrollable excitent and ecstasy.
In the end, he burst into wild laughter, his voice trembling with exhilaration.
He—
Was Lucas.
A Great Swordsman, known to so across the seas.
Yet—
Because of the existence of Dracule Mihawk—the World's Greatest Swordsman—
Lucas had remained largely unknown.
Not long ago, he had challenged Mihawk and suffered a crushing defeat, leaving him utterly disheartened.
However—
Heaven had not abandoned him!
Just when he believed he would never surpass Mihawk, never prove himself—
He obtained this magnificent sword!
After casually wiping out a pirate crew, his instincts as a Great Swordsman had led him to this unparalleled blade!
And it did not disappoint him!
In every aspect—
This sword surpassed even the Supre Grade Blades!
Its peerless sharpness aside—
Simply holding it in his hand allowed Lucas to feel his sword intent and power growing continuously.
At the very least—
His strength had more than doubled!
And he could sense—
That this sword's true power was far greater than what he could currently unleash!
For now, he simply lacked the ability to fully draw out that world-destroying force…
But even so—
It was enough!
With this supre blade—
Even Mihawk might no longer be his match!
A flash of ferocity passed through his eyes as he gazed at the shattered space stretching thousands of ters ahead, speaking with cold determination:
"Mihawk!"
"The title of the World's Greatest Swordsman…"
"It's ti you handed it over!"
"From this day forward… that title belongs to , Lucas!"
Witnessing the devastation caused by a single swing, combined with his newfound surge in strength—
Lucas was filled with absolute confidence!
…
anwhile—
In the New World, on a hidden island—
A strange News Coo, its eyes filled with intelligence, flapped its wings at incredible speed.
It passed through a dense forest—
And landed within a cluster of buildings.
This island—
Was the headquarters of the World Economy News.
At this mont—
Inside the president's office of the central building—
Morgans, the president of the World Economy News, sat at his desk, dressed in gentlemanly attire.
His bird-like face drooped lazily over the table, eyes dull and lifeless.
"Tch… what kind of dull nonsense is this every day…"
"Stories like these—how could they possibly be worthy of my World Economy News?!"
"Sigh… it's been a whole year without a major story. If sothing big doesn't happen soon…"
"Won't everyone out there start looking down on my newspaper?"
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