As the golden light faded, the overwhelming sharpness surrounding Lucas rapidly dissipated.
The aura that had once rivaled Mihawk's plumted in an instant…
In the blink of an eye, his towering presence vanished without a trace—completely incomparable to Mihawk's still surging power.
Shock!
The entire scene—
Including Mihawk—
Fell into stunned silence.
What… was going on?
Had Lucas… voluntarily surrendered?
Why…
Had the attack he had just gathered vanished in an instant?
And even more—
The holy sword in his hand had flown away on its own?
What kind of developnt was this?!
"My old friend… it's been a long ti…"
His crimson eyes fixed upon the magnificent sword glowing with brilliant golden light.
Kazama Haruto extended his right hand, gently caressing it.
Within the King's Treasury, there existed countless Noble Phantasms.
Yet, those he held any semblance of attachnt to…
Were only a handful.
Durandal—
Was one of them.
"Who are you?!"
"Just who are you?!"
"Why… why did you take my holy sword?!"
Madness.
The mont Durandal left him, Lucas fell into complete hysteria.
The reason his strength had soared—
The reason he had gained the power to stand against Mihawk—
Was entirely because of that magnificent sword!
It could be said—
Without Durandal, the gap between him and Mihawk was imnse!
And now—
The holy sword that had given him infinite hope…
Had left him.
Just like that—
Without warning—
It had abandoned him and gone to a complete stranger.
"Your holy sword?"
"Heh… everything in this sea… every treasure… belongs to this king."
Kazama Haruto glanced at him indifferently, letting out a disdainful chuckle.
"Damn it! Give it back to !"
"AAAAAH!"
With a furious roar—
Lucas stomped through the air, his figure splitting into afterimages as he charged toward Kazama Haruto at extre speed!
"A foolish insect…"
Kazama Haruto looked at him with utter contempt.
His right hand lightly grasped Durandal—
And with casual ease—
He swung it once.
"Buzz—"
A dazzling golden light flashed.
A slash—
Invisible to the naked eye—
Carried a force like an overwhelming tidal wave as it surged forward.
"Pfft—"
There was no suspense.
Lucas, who had been charging forward—
Was instantly torn apart midair by the sword energy!
The Armant Haki he had gathered across his crossed arms—
Shattered like fragile glass upon contact with the golden slash!
Blood rained down from the sky—
As Lucas' body, split cleanly in two, fell from above.
His eyes—
Were filled with unwillingness…
And confusion.
Why…
Had his holy sword suddenly abandoned him?
Why—
When he had been evenly matched against Mihawk—
Did everything collapse the mont this mysterious man appeared?
Not only had the sword betrayed him—
But it had unleashed even greater power in this man's hands!
What…
Was going on?!
The light in his eyes faded.
Carrying endless doubt—
The great swordsman Lucas—
Fell completely.
All of this—
Had happened in a re instant.
By the ti everyone regained their senses—
They saw only the split corpse of Lucas falling from the sky.
"How is that possible…"
"Lucas… the man who could fight Mihawk… died just like that?"
"What happened… his sword just abandoned him…"
"Not just that… that man's strength… is terrifying…"
The swordsn on Split Fang Island were completely shaken.
They followed the trajectory of the golden slash—
And looked toward its source.
Short golden hair.
Crimson eyes filled with absolute disdain for all things.
Golden armor that glead brilliantly beneath the blazing sun.
Several swordsn's pupils shrank sharply—
And a shocked cry erupted:
"He… he's the Ancient King!"
"The one who killed one of the Seven Warlords, Crocodile… the Ancient King whose strength surpasses even the Four Emperors!"
They—
Finally recognized Kazama Haruto's true identity!
The terrifying figure whose na had recently shaken the entire sea!
"A being beyond the Four Emperors… I actually witnessed such a figure with my own eyes?"
"If it's the Ancient King… then everything makes sense…"
"After all, he's the one who killed Crocodile—who stands alongside Mihawk as a Warlord…"
"Unbelievable… to kill Lucas so effortlessly… his strength might truly surpass the Four Emperors…"
Voices of shock rose one after another.
Every swordsman present was overwheld by the revelation.
So of them might not have rembered Kazama Haruto's face clearly—
But once his na was spoken—
mories flooded back instantly.
After all—
Kazama Haruto was the most talked-about man across the seas!
"The Ancient King…"
Below—
The dark aura surrounding Mihawk gradually faded as his sharp gaze remained locked onto Kazama Haruto.
The other swordsn might not have seen it clearly—
But as the world's greatest swordsman—
Mihawk had perceived far more.
That sword!
The holy sword Lucas wielded—
A blade even more terrifying than a black blade—
That had to be the source of his sudden surge in strength!
Though unbelievable—
Through their earlier battle, Mihawk had already co close to confirming it…
And yet—
The mont the Ancient King appeared—
That sword, trembling with brilliance, had broken free from Lucas' grasp—
And returned to him.
From Mihawk's perspective—
This wasn't control.
It was—
Recognition.
Like a living entity welcoming the return of its true master!
As if—
It had always belonged to the Ancient King.
Combined with the words Kazama Haruto had spoken before killing Lucas—
Mihawk's conviction grew even stronger.
"A blade with its own will… capable of granting imnse power to its wielder… yet not a cursed sword…"
"A divine sword like this…"
He let out a faint breath.
"…how enviable."
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