At this moment, in the distance, a silver-white light shot out, passed by the pirate ship, and almost cut it in half.
"Retreat!"
"This is not a safe zone yet!"
"If those two monsters let loose, we won't be saved even in this distance!"
There was a hint of panic in Jabra's voice. The crew on the pirate ship had just started to take action, but they saw that the battle in the distance had stopped.
"Is it over?"
"No!"
"Something stronger is coming!"
Upon noticing something, Jabra's scalp tingles.
The next moment.
"Roar!"
A deafening dragon roar suddenly erupted from the distant harbor, and a circle of sound waves that seemed to be tangible spread in all directions, dispersing all the dust and sand that almost covered the entire harbor.
At this moment, everyone on the ship is focused on Nanohana City in the distance.
"What is that...?"
Fukurou has excellent eyesight. Even from a distance of nearly a thousand meters, he can still see the figure with wings on its back, who looks like he is wearing red leather armor, in the streets of the harbor.
The figure was about two meters tall.
With such a height, in a Grand Line where monsters are everywhere, people of all races gather together, and there are even giants that are more than 20 meters tall, it is far from being tall.
But at this moment, even though they are thousands of meters away, even though they are no longer in the center of the battle.
The seemingly tangible pressure still made Fukurou's scalp tingle and his legs tremble unconsciously.
"This twisted and animal-like appearance... Is it a Mythical Zoan Fruit? Is this the devil fruit ability of White Knight Gawain?"
"Mythical Zoan Fruit?!"
Jabra jumped onto the mast, raised his head, and looked into the distance, but his vision was blocked by the sandstorm that gathered again around the harbor.
If, before, he only suspected that Gawain had held back on him because of Lucci, then this suspicion has now been confirmed.
He is a Zoan Devil Fruit user, so he is naturally aware of the power difference between before and after the transformation.
Even if it is just an ordinary Zoan Fruit, the simple change in strength after transformation can easily reach nearly double the level, and the increase brought by the Mythical Zoan will only be more exaggerated.
With Gawain's own 30,000 or 40,000 Power Level, if he had activated his devil fruit ability and used his full strength, he could have crushed Jabra's head on the spot!
"You must be kidding!"
"Are all the Warlords of the Sea such monsters?"
"No!"
Kalifa pushed her glasses up, her face flushed abnormally so that her posture seemed a little awkward at the moment: "The strong one is not the Warlord, but Captain Gawain!"
"Even someone as powerful as King the Conflagration is no match for the captain."
"King… the Conflagration?"
Jabra's wolf ears trembled, and the claws on his fingertips directly embedded into the mast.
On this ship, Vivi and the others might not know the weight of this name, but the three, who are CP9 agents, understand it.
The deputy captain of the emperor of the sea and one of the closest pirates to the four emperors in the New World!
"This is... White Knight Gawain's strength?"
"Ah."
"The captain was able to become a Warlord because of his own strength, which is totally matched!"
As Kalifa's final words fell, the entire pirate ship fell silent in an instant.
Everyone showed expressions of fear, hope, or longing and looked again at the Nanohana city in the distance, which was gradually covered by sand and dust.
After a brief period of calm, the dust in the distance became increasingly restless.
A silver-white slash pierced through the sky and earth, cutting through countless buildings, as it rushed towards Crocodile, reflecting his pale face and surprised eyes at this moment.
Before Gawain revealed the power of the Red Dragon fruit, he could still rely on the geographical advantage and the Haki that remained in his body, which had not declined with the passage of time, to remain undefeated.
But the balance of the battle completely tilted towards Gawain at this moment!
The top-notch Mythical Zoan Fruit, the Observation Haki that can predict the future, and the swordsmanship of a great swordsman.
With the combination of the three, at this moment, Gawain even gave Crocodile the illusion that he was facing Douglas Bullet!
Only twenty years have passed, and Douglas Bullet is still the same Douglas Bullet. Even though he is imprisoned in Impel Down, his strength will only improve with the passage of time.
But Crocodile is no longer the high-spirited young man he once was.
During the fight just now, Gawain had slashed him countless times. He could have avoided them and even sensed them in advance with his Observation Haki, but his almost rusty body could no longer perform the movements he remembered.
He is old.
After experiencing that disastrous defeat, he gave up training and decided to rely on external forces to reach the top.
Suddenly, Crocodile finally realized this.
Gawain's figure had already advanced one step ahead of the Flying Slash and rushed in front of Crocodile.
The explosive speed made Crocodile feel a tingling sensation on his scalp, and... It's an indescribable, unacceptable, and unbearable feeling!
"Why?"
A roar came out from between Crocodile's gritted teeth, but the only answer he got was Gawain's even more earth-shattering and domineering sword strike.
Swish!
With the blessing of Armament Haki, Guanze Masamune cut off Crocodile's golden hook like a sword cutting tofu and also brought out dripping blood.
When Guanze Masamune's sharp blade cut off the bones in his chest.
Crocodile's rusty body had just been completely transformed into elements, turning into a ball of yellow sand and being blown away by Gawain's flying slash.
The sand-turned body reunited after a few seconds, and the broken arm brought waves of severe pain.
However, none of this was enough to make Crocodile's expression change.
What really made him clench his teeth so hard that blood oozed from his gums, and his eyes turned bloodshot.
It was Gawain who was walking slowly towards him, full of a murderous aura and undisguised contempt in his eyes!
"I originally thought that as a fellow Warlord, even if your fighting ability is not as good as it used to be, you could still make me sweat a little."
"You disappoint me so much!"
Crocodile's face turned red, and he coughed up a large mouthful of blood, staining his shirt on his chest red, the same color as his eyes: "Your enemy is not just as freakish as Whitebeard..."
"I'm tired of hearing this kind of self-deceiving rhetoric."
Between his words, Gawain swung his sword to wipe off the blood on Guanze Masamune's edge and slowly put it into the sheath.
Because at that moment just now, he felt Guanze Masamune's emotions.
Disgust, contempt, disdain... after all the complicated and negative emotions were gathered together, the blade conveyed a unified will: 'Don't let me touch the blood of a coward!'
Gawain lowered his eyes and looked at Crocodile in the distance, his tone indifferent: "Even my sword is no longer willing to kill you."
"It seems that Whitebeard cut off not only your arm but also your spine."
"Defeat?"
"Despair?"
"The words of the weak!"
As the sound landed, the swirling dust around suddenly stopped, and everything was quiet for a moment.
There was only a bright moon high in the sky, casting its cold light on Crocodile.
It makes him look more like a loser...
Yes.
Loser.
Gawain couldn't find any other adjectives.
Crocodile's dream is crushed when he is defeated by Whitebeard.
In the original timeline, he did not truly find his original intention until he lost everything and was locked up in the Impel Down for several months. The moment he saw the light of day again, he finally found his original intention.
But on the same day, he lost the goal he was pursuing.