Wushuang's cold and contemptuous voice echoed through the vast and desolate sky, lingering for a long ti without fading.
That icy voice seed to pierce straight into the soul, resounding in everyone's ears and shaking the deepest parts of their hearts.
Wushuang was not the strongest of the Nether Race…
That alone did not surprise them.
After all, the weak had long since been erased by history.
Since the Nether Race had managed to survive for four thousand years, even if they were not as towering as the Ancient King, they were absolutely not weak…
But what they had never imagined…
Was that the Nether Race powerhouses appearing outside Impel Down were not limited to Wushuang alone!
"Hm?"
"What do you an by that?"
Transford into magma, Sakazuki floated in midair, staring coldly at Wushuang as he demanded an answer.
At the sa ti—
His Observation Haki spread out overwhelmingly, covering every inch of space without leaving a single gap.
Yet even with his Observation Haki raised to such a high level, he still could not detect the presence of any other Nether Race powerhouse…
"Crack… crack…"
Frost began to gather.
An extrely frigid wind suddenly rose from the distant sea. That bone-piercing wind was so cold it instantly began freezing the ocean surface as it swept forward.
The air itself froze into layers of white frost…
Within a radius of several thousand ters, the temperature plumted sharply under the sweeping cold wind.
Even the sea around Sakazuki—and the area that had just been struck by magma below—rapidly cooled by several degrees.
"What he ans is…"
"…that you're an idiot."
A voice as cold as if it had co from the depths of the Netherworld suddenly sounded.
Imdiately afterward, a boundless wave of freezing cold surged forth. The extre chill froze heaven and earth as it spread, and the already icy air condensed into sheets of ice crystals.
The tide of cold spread with astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, it had crossed more than a thousand ters and swept right up to Sakazuki.
The white tide of frost directly enveloped an area more than a thousand ters wide. Under that absolute cold, all vitality seed frozen solid.
"Great Eruption!"
In the next second—
Magma blasted out.
Sakazuki condensed a hundred-ter magma fist with his right arm. Blazing magma compressed into a single point, and violent heat burst forth.
Wave after wave of heat spread outward, frantically burning everything around them…
White mist and steam rged into one, and within a thousand-ter radius, the area was transford into a world of white by that simple collision alone.
Cold and heat collided, layer upon layer of shockwaves exploding outward as frost and heat continuously froze and evaporated one another…
Within the endless white, a dazzling streak of crimson tore through the sky, staining the white with red. Only after it shot several hundred ters into the air did Sakazuki reform his body.
Magma flowed around him. His face was savage, his expression dark, and his gloomy pupils followed the source of the cold tide…
A figure gradually erged from within the frost.
He wore dark gray armor dotted with ice crystals, held a greatsword in hand, and had a blue cloak draped over him.
Where the pieces of armor joined together, his blue skin stood out strikingly.
It was a skin tone very similar to that of Wushuang, the Nether Race General from before!
The figure held a greatsword with a blue crystal hilt, and it was from him that the endless streams of freezing aura were spreading outward.
"Wushuang… you really do look rather miserable."
Stepping out from the endless cold tide, under the gaze of everyone in the world, HanFeng glanced at Wushuang and spoke indifferently.
Clicking his tongue, Wushuang flashed through the air and landed beside HanFeng before continuing:
"If not for that war four thousand years ago, those two…"
"…how could they ever have made look this miserable?"
Wushuang was no longer at his peak, but as his role-playing progress as Defying the Heavens increased, his strength could gradually recover…
And all of that could be perfectly explained as lingering injuries from the great war four thousand years ago and his subsequent four-thousand-year slumber…
Resting both hands on the hilt of his great blade, HanFeng said in an offhand tone:
"I didn't contribute any less than you did in that battle."
Wushuang's mouth twitched slightly, but he was unable to refute him.
HanFeng's strength, at his peak, had surpassed his by far—by no small margin.
After all…
HanFeng was a Nether Race General who had mastered Po Ji, the strongest combat skill of the Nether Race warriors!
Among the thirteen Nether Race Generals, his overall strength was enough to rank in the top five!
As for Wushuang—
He was outside the top ten.
Across the sea—
As HanFeng fully revealed himself, countless people cried out in alarm and panic…
"The Nether Race!"
"A Nether Race warrior! There are actually two such powerful Nether Race warriors lurking outside Impel Down?"
"Could it be that they didn't appear there by chance at all, but ca with a plan?"
"As expected… a race like the Nether Race, one that survived that great war and endured for four thousand years, could never possibly have had so little power!"
Up to this point, although no one as strong as the Ancient King—or even stronger than him, as he had described—had appeared, the two mbers of the Nether Race who had shown themselves were both at least Admiral level…
A race like that…
If it had more warriors of this level, then it absolutely could not be underestimated!
"Fufufufufufu…"
"Interesting… this just got interesting!"
"Two Admiral-level fighters should be enough to give the World Governnt a headache for a while, right?"
Inside the royal palace of Dressrosa, Doflamingo's wild laughter echoed without end, and the gloating in his voice could not be concealed.
Although Doflamingo had not actually seen HanFeng fight, the exchange between him and Wushuang was enough to reveal one thing…
HanFeng…
Was a Nether Race warrior even stronger than Wushuang!
Although he had not expected the two of them to inflict any truly devastating losses on the World Governnt, rely seeing the World Governnt embarrassed was enough to make Doflamingo very pleased.
Outside Impel Down—
"Buzz… buzz…"
Golden light exploded.
Photons spread outward in streaks, and Borsalino landed beside Sakazuki, his gaze sweeping over HanFeng as he asked lazily:
"Could it be that you're from the Nether Race too?"
"This Nether Race…"
"Are all of them monsters this strong?"
"Crack… crack…"
His eyes shifted.
From beneath his hood, HanFeng's icy pupils swept over Borsalino, and strands of freezing energy began to surge.
The space before him was continuously invaded by the cold and frozen into blocks of transparent ice crystal, each one glittering brilliantly.
Mixed with the howling cold wind, his bone-chilling voice drifted past:
"This general…"
"…is a Nether Race General…"
"…HanFeng…"
"I truly never expected…"
"…that after rely four thousand years…"
"…the human race could beco this arrogant and ignorant…"
"Could it be…"
"…that the Ancient King cleaned things up too thoroughly for you?"
"So thoroughly…"
"…that you ca to believe this sea belongs to humanity alone?"
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