King Arthur, Apprentice of Roger’s Company Chapter 219

“Arrogant brat!”

“Even your master, that brat named Arthur, doesn’t dare to be so presumptuous in front of me!”

“You’re merely a subordinate cadre, let me see how much strength you possess to utter such boastful words in front of me!”

John was so enraged that he laughed instead, drawing the sword from his waist, a terrifying aura pouring out like an overturned mountain.

Deep beneath the sea.

He alone managed to stir up surging undercurrents.

The longsword was unsheathed.

A cold, faint light burst forth in the seabed, like a dazzling aurora.

Rumble—

The mere aura he exuded crushed a large number of buildings on Fish-Man Island. The immense vital energy within his body formed a dense, almost tangible energy cloak, enveloping him.

This was absolutely no empty boast.

But a truly terrifying individual!

How strong was he?

Just by looking at Neptune, who was sprawled on the ground, too terrified to get up, and his utterly panicked expression, one could get a glimpse of his power.

Within the vast Fish-Man Island, under his oppressive aura, everyone was scared witless, their minds shaken. For a moment, not a single fish-man dared to draw a sword to confront him.

If Tiger and the others were still here, they would at least have the courage to act. Unfortunately, due to an unexpected departure to other 217 sea areas to gather supplies, they were not on Fish-Man Island.

Only Galahad stepped forward.

And only he stood confronting John.

“I’ve said it!”

“This place—is the King’s territory!”

“Fish-Man Island has already pledged allegiance to My King. The King’s dominion shall not be desecrated!”

He held his longsword level, the breeze ruffling his silver-white short hair. Beneath his fluttering strands, his expression remained as resolute and calm as ever, without a hint of retreat.

“You seek death!!”

His last shred of patience ran out.

John, consumed by rage, swung his greatsword. His high, deep nose bridge contorted into a ferocious expression due to the flames of anger.

He was just a kid with decent combat power. On Captain Rocks’ ship, he had seen this level of strength countless times. At most, it was between quasi-admiral and regular admiral combat power. Without the enhancement of a top-tier Devil Fruit, he was simply no match for John!

“Hmph!”

“Let me, John, awaken this ignorant brat!”

His cold eyes were filled with chilling killing intent.

As for the price of this lesson?

Of course, it was death!

Weaklings who dared to challenge the strong had no right to survive in the vast sea!

Boom—

A crescent-shaped slash soared into the sky.

The arc-shaped slash, like a half-moon in the sky, swept across a large area, instantly tearing through the sound barrier and surging forward.

Especially within the double vacuum barrier, with no obstruction from the immense seawater, the sword energy unleashed by John became even more sharp and bone-chilling. Even the pirates beside him dared not linger, quickly retreating, fearing they might be affected.

“Captain—the Captain’s strength has become even greater!”

“Hiss… As expected of a man who descended from the strongest King’s ship…”

“Hahaha, the Captain’s strength should soon rival Kaido, no, perhaps even that strange Whitebeard…”

“Yo yo yo, our John Pirates are the strongest!”

“For endless treasures…”

“…”

Shouts of exultation surged behind John.

With his fierce attack, the immense momentum instantly suppressed the entire Fish-Man Island. The cowering pirates leaped out again, proudly cheering him on.

“He is… very strong!”

“But so what? Where the King resides, it shall not be desecrated!”

Galahad endured the powerful sword pressure, barely opening his eyes. The next instant, his grayish-brown eyes were covered by an indescribable resolve.

“Taste—”

“The roar of the Divine Wind!”

An extremely dense azure light and shadow dyed his grayish-brown eyes a greenish-gray hue.

His gentle face turned cold, and the dense, almost tangible greenish-gray surged from his eyes.

On the knight’s longsword in his hand, the unique rhythm of wind magic appeared. The surging Divine Wind on his body, according to Galahad’s will, transformed into a violent, raging hurricane and fiercely slashed forward!

Boom—

The hurricane raged, the Divine Wind mysterious.

“Wind Dragon—”

“Slash!!”

Countless wind blades, like projectiles, converged and combined in an instant, forming a single entity under Galahad’s desperate manipulation.

Roar—

The greenish-gray hurricane swirled and intertwined.

It transformed into a massive, flying dragon, a wind dragon whose specific features were obscured.

On its majestic dragon body, it seemed as if every scale was composed of sharp wind blades. Its powerful presence, let alone looking up to fight it, even just gazing at it from afar.

One would feel as if their eyes were pricked by invisible wind needles, a feeling of being on pins and needles, as if death had descended, making breathing difficult. The air in one’s lungs felt like cold knives, churning the internal organs with pain.

Some individuals with fragile constitutions.

Two lines of blood tears streamed from their eyes, and their riddled lungs were beyond words.

Strong!

Invincibly strong!

The fierce Wind Dragon, shaking its head and tail, charged towards John. Even though it was within a vacuum barrier, it forcibly stirred up a colossal gale, like a natural disaster in a storm.

“H-how is this possible?!”

The power far exceeding his expectations made John’s eyes widen instantly.

The vital energy within his body boiled, the rising vital energy transforming into a long dragon that coiled and burned around him, extending to the hilt of his sword, transforming into immense power.

Such strong hurricane power.

Is it a Devil Fruit, a Logia-type Wind-Wind Fruit…

Or a Devil Fruit, a Mythical Zoan-type Wind Dragon form, similar to Arthur’s?

But! I’ve never heard of a wind-attribute Logia fruit, or a Dragon-Dragon Fruit category appearing! What on earth is going on?!

Although John was filled with doubts, especially about the raging Wind Dragon in front of him, which left him baffled for a moment, the sword in his hand glowed with dazzling brilliance.

He dared not be careless.

No strong individual who had made a name for themselves in the turbulent sea and not died in various conflicts was a pushover. Fools and idiots had long turned into white bones beneath the sea!

His condescending expression instantly vanished, replaced by a solemn one, as he brought forth his true strength.

The crescent slash soared into the sky. The originally new moon-shaped slash instantly transformed into a gigantic moon disc covering half an island, vast and white, as if the moon in the sky had fallen.

Rumble—

The moon disc and the Wind Dragon collided and intertwined.

The fierce sword slashes and the sharp wind blades within the hurricane continuously clashed.

Two completely different yet surprisingly highly similar forces, both extremely sharp, intertwined. The collision of these forces, at its extreme, brought about annihilation.

The sword cut the wind!

The wind engulfed the sword!