"Sorry, Dragon, but I'm in a bit of a hurry now," Mike stood proudly in the air, his gaze as sharp as a blade, fixed unwaveringly on the man opposite him.
"Oh?" Dragon raised an eyebrow, his eyes tinged with a dangerous curiosity.
"You came with such overwhelming momentum and want to leave so casually?" His voice was low, carrying a faint mocking undertone.
"Just Conqueror's Haki alone isn't enough to defeat me. If your so-called justice aligns with the World Government... then you might as well stay right here. Someone with your talent would be nothing but trouble for us."
Before the words had even faded, the storm in Dragon's hands began to gather once more.
Four violent hurricanes swirled wildly in his palms, intertwining into a roaring tempest that coalesced into a colossal wind dragon in the sky.
"ROAR—!"
The wind dragon surged forward with apocalyptic force, its gale-force winds howling as if the entire sea had plunged into a scene of doomsday.
Mike lifted his head watching the oncoming attack without flinching.
Amidst the roaring winds and torrential rain, his cold, unyielding figure seemed to be the only stable point in a world that had gone mad.
He slowly drew the blade at his waist—the Kusanagi no tsurugi.
He uttered a single, deep and resonant word, a command that echoed like thunder through the storm, carrying an indomitable might.
"Mugetsu."
The blade in his hand began to emit a radiant glow of intertwined blue and violet, pulsing like a living thing.
Then, with his low command, the blade shattered instantly, fracturing into countless tiny, brilliant fragments that danced through the air like a sky full of stars.
The light of the fragments dimmed, flowing into Mike's body like a stream of pure energy.
His aura surged explosively.
His already cold and imposing figure was now shrouded in a dense, oppressive black energy, like the sovereign of darkness descending at nightfall—a sight that chilled the soul.
This was the ultimate form of his Zanpakuto Style.
In its original world, this technique came at the cost of one's power.
But for him, granted by the system, the price was less severe: after using this move, all his Zanpakuto techniques would be completely unusable for a short time.
'But so what?' Mike smirked, his eyes brimming with disdain.
'If Zanpakuto techniques are off the table, does that mean I have no other means? I still have my Breathing Styles, my Fang Styles, and the Conqueror's Haki I just unlocked.'
'This is hardly a setback.'
With a cold snort, his figure flickered like a ghost, appearing directly in the path of the wind dragon.
The black energy enveloping him coalesced into a massive, ethereal blade radiating unparalleled killing intent.
"You want to keep me here?" he sneered. "This little worm isn't nearly enough!"
Mike swung the black blade with all his might.
"BREAK!"
The moment the blade swung, the air itself seemed to tear apart.
A crescent-shaped black shockwave slashed toward the wind dragon with terrifying precision and speed.
The massive body of the wind dragon offered no resistance, shattering into countless fragments of wind before it could even let out a final roar.
The raging gales ceased abruptly, the swirling tornado dissipating into nothingness.
"!!!"
'One strike… and my wind dragon was shattered?' Dragon's brows furrowed tightly, his gaze locked onto Mike with a flicker of surprise.
He slowly raised his arm, feeling the turbulent currents around him.
Mike's entire body was enveloped in an oppressive black aura that seemed to devour light itself.
This was no Armament Haki.
This was something else entirely.
And it carried the property of destroying the very concept of wind.
A smirk of battle intent curled at Dragon's lips.
"Then what about this move? Can you still cut it down?"
Taking a deep breath, he swung both of his arms violently.
In an instant, the surrounding wind elements surged toward him, spinning at an astonishing speed.
Dragon stood at the eye of the storm like a true ruler of the tempest.
"Storm Dragon King!"
With a low roar, an even more violent power erupted from Dragon's body, coalescing into an enormous wind dragon, many times larger and more ferocious than the last.
It coiled upward like a monstrous serpent of cyclones that shattered rocks and seawater, exuding an aura of pure destruction.
Guided by Dragon's will, it soared into the sky, charging straight toward Mike with a deafening howl.
"Do you think bigger… means stronger?" a mocking smirk tugged at Mike's lips.
He had annihilated the last one with a casual swing.
This time, he would show him a true technique.
The black aura condensed endlessly along the edge of his ethereal blade, forming a black crescent that seemed to be a hole in reality itself.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he swung his sword without hesitation.
"Getsuga—Tensho!!!"
With a furious shout, an enormous black crescent slash erupted violently from his blade.
It was not just an attack; it was a wave of annihilation.
The pitch-black energy swept forward like a curtain of darkness—fast, vast, and overwhelmingly destructive.
Wherever it passed, the air grew still, the rain seemed to hang in suspended animation, and even time itself felt as if it were freezing in its wake.
The Storm Dragon King stood no chance.
With a thunderous "BOOM—", it was instantly torn into countless fragments before dissipating into nothingness.
But this was far from over.
The black crescent slash continued its relentless advance until a crisp yet deeply eerie cracking sounds echoed across the sea.
It was the sound of the wind itself being completely severed.
The surrounding air currents abruptly stilled, sealed by some invisible, absolute force.
The wind ceased to flow, leaving only the relentless downpour of rain, pattering against a dead, silent sea.
"This... this is..." Dragon's pupils constricted sharply, his expression was a mask of pure shock, disbelief, and even a trace of fear.
"He actually severed the wind itself?!"
This was a level of conceptual suppression his Wind-Wind Fruit had never faced before—an utter helplessness, as if the very laws of nature had been rewritten, leaving him powerless.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?!!!"
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