In the distance, the World Government's high-ranking commanders stood on a high platform, witnessing everything, their faces exceptionally grim.
"These good-for-nothings!"
One of the commanders cursed angrily, slamming his hand on the table, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction.
"We sent out so many elites, yet they couldn't even break through their defenses by half!"
"They're a bunch of useless trash!"
Another commander said through gritted teeth, clenching his fists, his eyes filled with barely concealed anxiety.
"Their soldiers are clearly so few in number, how did they do it?"
"Because they are the elite of the elite."
A calm voice suddenly rang out, carrying a hint of cold irony.
It was one of the Five Elders, standing behind the command platform, his gaze coldly sweeping across the entire battlefield.
"Each of their warriors is a powerhouse tempered by countless battles.
And you, you sent up nothing more than a group of carefully selected 'elite'杂兵 grunts."
These words left the commanders speechless.
Their soldiers, while usually able to look down on other troops, seemed so vulnerable in the face of Jin's group of true powerhouses.
"But... our forces are clearly far greater than theirs!"
One of the commanders said unwillingly, a deep doubt revealed in his eyes.
"How did they do it?"
"Heh."
One of the Five Elders chuckled, his eyes filled with a hint of disdain.
"You underestimate them too much.
Do you think someone who can clash with and defeat a former Five Elder would be overwhelmed by mere numbers?
This isn't just a matter of quantity, but a crushing of strength."
Hearing this, the faces of the commanders became even gloomier.
Although they were unwilling to admit it, the facts were right in front of them:
Even if they mobilized more troops, they couldn't change the situation of being crushed by the other side.
At the same time, Jin's warriors were still like a sharp blade, cutting out path after path of blood on the battlefield.
Their movements were clean and efficient, their eyes devoid of any fear, only a desire for victory.
Jin stood in the center of the battlefield, his gaze coldly sweeping over the disheveled enemies, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his lips.
His long sword hung slightly, the tip dripping with the blood of enemies, emitting a chilling killing intent.
"The World Government's so-called elite are nothing more than this."
He said in a low voice, with a hint of mockery.
As his words fell, the atmosphere on the battlefield became even more tense.
And the World Government soldiers, looking at the powerful enemy in front of them, their fear had reached its peak.
Their morale was almost collapsing, while Jin's side became more and more courageous, unstoppable.
The clamor of the battlefield echoed like thunder, the flames of war burning in every corner of Mary Geoise.
Shanks, Shiryu, and the man in the straw hat were like giant beasts stirring up a storm, rampaging through the World Government's army.
Everywhere they went, the flashing of swords and the shadows of blades intertwined, blood splattered, and the ground was soon covered with the corpses of soldiers.
The World Government's defense line was like a fragile piece of paper in front of these three, vulnerable to a single blow.
Shanks stood in the center of the battlefield, his red hair flying in the wind, still with that faint smile on his face, but his eyes revealed a deep chill.
The sword in his hand was raised high, the cold light on the blade daring no one to look directly at it.
The surrounding soldiers instinctively took a step back, their faces full of fear, no one daring to approach easily.
"What, don't dare to come forward?"
Shanks's mouth curled up slightly, his tone with a hint of teasing.
His voice was not loud, but it clearly entered everyone's ears.
Several soldiers gritted their teeth, trying to summon the courage to rush forward.
However, before their movements were completed, the sword in Shanks's hand suddenly swung out.
A sharp sword qi instantly cut through the air, turning into a storm sweeping away.
"Boom!"
Wherever the sword qi passed, the earth cracked, and several soldiers, along with the weapons in their hands, were torn apart, their bodies thrown into the air like fallen leaves.
Those surviving soldiers stood there in a daze, their faces filled with fear.
Their eyes began to wander, and some even couldn't hold the weapons in their hands steady.
Shanks slowly stepped forward, each step carrying an invisible pressure.
His aura was as deep and unfathomable as the sea, and anyone who tried to stop him would turn to dust in front of him.
His sword did not swing quickly, but each sword was extremely precise, as if the battlefield was his stage, and he was the actor in control of the entire scene.
"Stop blocking the way, it's meaningless."
Shanks said lightly, his voice without a trace of emotion.
On the other side, Shiryu's figure was like a gust of wind, shuttling through the enemy ranks.
His movements were swift and deadly, and each time he drew his sword, it was accompanied by a spurt of blood.
A cold smile hung on his face, as if he was enjoying this slaughter.
"Truly fragile, not even qualified to warm me up."
Shiryu murmured in a low voice, his tone with a hint of disdain.
His sword drew cold arcs in the air, the trajectory of death.
He specialized in targeting soldiers who tried to organize a counterattack, and each attack precisely destroyed the enemy's command core.
Whenever a commander fell, the surrounding soldiers completely lost their will to resist, and fled in all directions.
"You trash, you can't even delay them."
Shiryu smiled coldly, raised his hand and waved, the sword light pierced through the enemy ranks like a poisonous snake, instantly ending the lives of several soldiers.
His eyes were terrifyingly cold, as if he was looking at a group of worthless weeds.
Even so, his movements always maintained a calm rhythm, like a killer in control of the overall situation, patiently waiting for the complete collapse of the prey.
And on the other end of the battlefield, the straw-hat man's performance was even more chilling.
He didn't have any extra movements, nor did he utter a word, but each of his attacks was like a rainstorm striking stone, precise and deadly.
The straw-hat man stood in place, his slightly lowered hat covering his face, only vaguely showing the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if hiding a sneer.
His knife was extremely fast, so fast that it was almost impossible to capture his movements.
Only a cold light flashed, and the surrounding soldiers fell in pieces.
His steps were slow and firm, each step like measuring the distance of death.
Each time his blade swung, it would take away several lives, while he himself always maintained a strange calm, as if the battle in front of him was just an unimportant task.
"He... who is he?! Can't keep up with his movements at all!"
A World Government soldier shouted in horror, the gun in his hand almost falling.
The straw-hat man did not respond, his knife had already been unsheathed again.
A subtle knife sound rang in the air, and the next second, the soldier's voice stopped abruptly, a bright red mark appeared on his throat, his eyes full of horror and disbelief, and then he crashed to the ground.
The straw-hat man's eyes were still indifferent, he gently sheathed his knife, as if the slaughter just now was just an ordinary practice.
His goal was clear, without any extra movements, directly advancing towards the center of Pangea Castle.
The three men's advance was like a sharp spear, directly piercing through the World Government's defense line.
Whether it was soldiers or commanders, they could not stop the devastating blow brought by these three joining forces.
"Stop them! Stop them quickly!"
A commander shouted hoarsely, trying to save the gradually collapsing front.
However, before his words fell, Shanks's sword qi had already struck, directly tearing his body in half.
His shouts stopped abruptly, and the surrounding soldiers were even more frightened and retreated, not even having the courage to look at Shanks.
"Don't waste your time,"
Shanks sneered, his eyes sweeping over the fleeing soldiers,
"They've already lost."
On the other side of the battlefield, Shiryu and the straw-hat man had also cleared the enemies in front of them, their figures gradually approaching Shanks, the three of them like three hungry beasts, approaching the center of Pangea Castle step by step.
And inside Pangea Castle, smoke and chaos are spreading. The World Government's ruling core has begun to feel the threat from this group of uninvited guests.
This conflict is gradually approaching the most core place.
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