"Do you want to die?" Oliver's eyes grew cold, seeing his opponent only focused on his sword and not truly acknowledging him.
Whoosh!
A flash of cold light appeared.
Thwack!
A large volume of air was compressed, forming an invisible slash that instantly carved a fifteen-meter-long crack in the ground. Oliver strolled leisurely, twin swords in hand, maintaining his lazy demeanor. "Pretty quick reaction. Missed, huh?"
Not far away, Limmings stroked the blade of Valkyr, as if caressing a lover's body, while staring at Oliver. He murmured, "Seeing as you wield two blades, I naturally had to guard against the other. One of the 50 Skillful Grade Swords, Yubashiri. Another renowned blade."
"Earlier, I cut down a swordsman with decent skill, but unfortunately, his combat experience was too lacking. I trust you won't be as disappointing." Oliver didn't care about Limmings' status as a prince. To him, the First Prince Byrd was just a swordsman with decent skill, nothing more.
"Quite arrogant, you hook-nosed bastard." Limmings looked displeased. They were both Supernovas from the same generation. Though Oliver had defeated another supernova, his bounty was far lower than Limmings'.
"You're covered in iron armor, aren't you afraid of falling into the sea and drowning? What a show-off!" Oliver's mouth twitched. He immediately retorted, then lunged forward, both swords slashing simultaneously.
Clang!
Limmings parried with his sword, blades clashing, sparks flying. The immense force made Limmings' feet slide backward across the ground.
"I am a true knight, you bastard!" Limmings flipped his longsword, deflecting the dual blades, and simultaneously delivered a horizontal slash.
Seeing the ferocious momentum of his opponent's sword, Oliver pushed off with his foot, retreating. Then he swung both swords in succession, slashing through the air, sending two slashes flying.
Limmings, despite his heavy armor, moved nimbly. He dodged one slash, then parried the other with his sword.
Boom! Boom!
The two slashes struck the massive rockery in the plaza behind them, instantly carving two extremely deep cracks into its surface.
At this moment, Limmings raised his longsword, pointing it forward. He stomped his foot and thrust his sword straight ahead. The sword was incredibly fast, making a clear cutting sound through the air.
Vector Strike!
Seeing his opponent assume a stance, Oliver returned both swords to their sheaths. He gripped the hilt of Nagamitsu with his right hand and the sheath with his left, drawing and slashing with extreme speed.
A flash of blade light appeared, instantly exuding a sharp, piercing aura, as if even the air itself was being sliced open.
One-Sword Style Iai: Grand Skycleaver!
Clang!
Everyone's eyes blurred. A spark flashed in the void. When they looked again, both combatants were back-to-back, over ten meters apart, having already swapped positions.
Boom!
Suddenly, the massive rockery tens of meters in front of Limmings had a seven to eight-centimeter diameter hole bored through it, the entire rockery pierced through.
Crack!
Rumble-rumble-rumble!
The next moment, on the city wall opposite Oliver, a ruined tower developed a diagonal crack. The crack widened, and the upper half of the tower directly crumbled, crashing onto the city wall. Countless bricks and stones shattered, raising a cloud of dust.
"He actually blocked it!" Oliver turned around, staring at his opponent.
"Damn it... Too fast!" At this moment, Limmings also turned around with a grim expression. A clear, though not deep, sword mark was visible on his chest plate. From this, the difference between the two was immediately clear.
"Nani?!"
Suddenly, Oliver felt something was wrong. He didn't even have time to defend himself, only tilting his head slightly to the right.
Whoosh!
A black shadow flashed quickly through the air, barely grazing Oliver's ear before hitting the ground behind him.
Oliver turned his head to see a small black dart embedded in the bluestone brick, with only about four or five centimeters of its shaft exposed.
However, Oliver then thought his eyes were playing tricks on him—the dart vanished! And in its place, a living person appeared, a figure cloaked in black.
Being so close, Oliver could easily see the person's pale face. Simultaneously, a streak of black light assailed him, carrying a fierce gale.
Clang!
Oliver's head suddenly snapped backward, pulling his upper body with it, then his entire body flew backward.
Thump!
Over ten meters away, Oliver slammed hard onto the ground.
"Heheheh! Die!"
The black-robed figure chuckled, raising his left arm towards Oliver's direction. A faint spring-like sound was heard.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several black shadows shot out from his sleeve in quick succession, fast and urgent...
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Suddenly, a figure flashed quickly, blocking Oliver. The large ring-hilted saber in his hand whirled, instantly cutting three times, precisely striking the three black shadows.
The black shadows fell to the ground with a "ding-ding-ding-dang" sound. Upon closer inspection, they were black darts about ten centimeters long, with triangular tips and barbs, very finely crafted, but now broken in half.
"The notorious assassin of the underworld, Black Ghost! They say you come and go like a phantom. I didn't expect you to have such an identity."
The newcomer was a burly man over two meters tall, wearing a blood-stained short-sleeved shirt, with a triangle tattoo on his arm, carrying a large ring-hilted saber that was still dripping blood.
"Muir Marcus, what a nuisance!" The black-robed figure, with his pale face, glared at his opponent with a malevolent expression.
"Mando, do you want to die? How dare you interfere in my battle! We agreed that I would hold that guy back," Limmings strode over, his face displeased. As a knight, especially one who considered himself a true knight, Limmings viewed a two-on-one fight as shameful.
"Heheheh! I'm an assassin, and what I'm best at is assassination. Holding him back is good, but wouldn't it be even better if he just died?" Mando glanced at him. With a flick of his right hand, the black short sword in his hand vanished without a trace, hidden away somewhere.
"Ugh... Ugh..."
Not far away, Oliver clutched his face and struggled up from the ground. His darkened head gleamed with a metallic luster under the sunlight, and crimson blood flowed from between his fingers.
"You damned bastard! I'm going to kill you!" Oliver growled, lowering his hand. The black Haki on his head receded, and he no longer looked like his former lazy self.
A deep scar ran across his left cheek all the way to his nose, blood streaming down his face. His expression was as fierce as a demon, his eyes filled with maniacal killing intent.
If he hadn't reacted in time to tilt his head and relied on his Armament Haki defense, that blade would have already been buried in his skull.
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