One Piece Space Fruit - Chapter 46
Raiding the Celestial Dragon’s opulent palace-like treasury, Evan’s gaze suddenly landed on a white wall inside the room. A glass display case held a long sword, its scabbard of ancient, austere design contrasting sharply with the surrounding luxury.
“A renowned sword?”
Evan wondered, raising a hand. The glass case detached and fell into his hand.
With a shake, the glass shattered, and he grasped the embedded sword. It had substantial weight, not merely a decorative piece for the nobles.
Evan gripped the hilt, adorned with ancient patterns, and gently drew the blade. The sword emerged, a flash of bright, silver-white light. The blade was as pure as snow, without a speck of dust or flaw, its edge razor-thin and incredibly sharp.
His eyes sparkled as he fully unsheathed the sword. The blade was long and narrow, like a bright autumn stream or a thin crescent moon.
With a flick of his finger, the blade vibrated, emitting a clear, dragon-like hum.
“A fine sword!” Evan couldn’t help but praise, clearly delighted. Though he didn’t know its history—whether it was one of the Twelve Supreme Grade Swords, the Twenty-One Great Grade Swords, or an unknown piece—it was undoubtedly exceptional.
Since mastering the Black Night style, Evan had yet to encounter a renowned sword. Now, fate had brought him this high-quality blade.
Rather than being displayed as an art piece by a noble, it was better off with him, facing strong opponents in fierce battles.
Swords were meant for battle; not drawing blood was their greatest shame.
“Since you’re with me now, I’ll name you ‘Snowfall.'”
Evan laughed, wielding Snowfall. He swung it upward, the blade emitting a sharp arc of black energy, slicing through the air and the sturdy house in one clean stroke.
He launched himself from the roof through the cut he’d made.
From the rooftop, he could see the slave area in the Holy Land ablaze, fires spreading everywhere. Many obese Celestial Dragons, some leading slaves like dogs, wandered out to watch the commotion.
“Born in adversity, died in ease.”
Evan sneered. These Celestial Dragons had been safe for so long that they’d lost any concept of danger.
“No half measures…” Evan’s eyes glinted with cold, killing intent, and his smile was dark and wicked.
The relationship with the World Government was already irreparable. It was time to teach them a painful lesson.
“They call me ‘Demon.’ Let them witness a demon’s true terror.”
Evan sheathed Snowfall and expanded a giant ROOM, then compressed it.
The large volume of air within the spherical space compressed, eventually forming a basketball-sized orb of condensed energy.
He held the glowing sphere in his palm, aimed at a densely built area, and threw it decisively.
The glowing sphere shot through the night sky like a meteor, drawing surprised looks from some Celestial Dragons before it hit the ground.
In an instant, it was silent. Then—
BOOM!!!
A blinding light burst from the impact, followed by a terrifying explosion. Scorching, violent shockwaves radiated outward, leveling everything in their path. The nearest luxurious buildings were pulverized into dust, the shockwave pushing the debris out for a mile. The Celestial Dragons within were obliterated before they could scream.
“Heh, the so-called descendants of gods. You know nothing of power.” Evan sneered.
This world was fundamentally about the strong preying on the weak.
Killing a group of Celestial Dragons felt less guilty than slaughtering pigs.
Seeing the round expanse of ruins in the midst of swirling smoke and darkness, Evan nodded in satisfaction and began forming another compressed air bomb.
“Two for the price of one,” he grinned devilishly, tossing the second sphere toward another intact area.
As it flew like a meteor, a sword beam shot out, intercepting the orb.
To Evan’s surprise, the compressed air bomb was struck by the sword beam and deflected skyward, exploding like thunder. The blast illuminated the night but sparing the Holy Land.
The flash turned night into day.
Evan frowned, instinctively drawing Snowfall, his guard up.
An old man with a sword appeared on a nearby building, wearing traditional, simple martial arts attire.
“Hmm…the ‘Demon’ Evan, with a bounty of five hundred million.” The old man identified Evan, his voice strong and commanding, showing no signs of weakness.
Evan’s pupils contracted, recognizing the man.
To arrive at the Holy Land so quickly, wielding a sword with such skill, it could only be one of the Five Elders.
This elder had defeated Evan’s master, the Night Emperor, in just a few moves decades ago. By the Night Emperor’s judgment, this elder’s skill was unfathomable, far beyond Evan’s current level.
Evan had often imagined this inevitable foe’s appearance and aura, not expecting to meet him so soon. The elder appeared ordinary, but his presence was terrifying, making Evan tense up.
When a swordsman’s arrogance had completely settled and his sharpness hidden, his swordsmanship became unimaginably fearsome.
“One of the Five Elders. I’ve heard much about you.” Evan tightened his grip on Snowfall, the blade gleaming, pointing at the elder. Fear was one thing, but it wouldn’t stop him.
How could he ever hope to surpass this elder if he fled now without a fight?
“Oh?” The elder was slightly surprised, perhaps by Evan’s recognition or his lack of fear. He caressed his sword, its blade reflecting the moonlight, exuding no killing intent.
Evan steeled himself, realizing he’d already lost some ground in terms of momentum.
He sprang from the roof, his sword covered in Armament Haki, the dark blade slicing forward.
“Such a tiny light dares to challenge the sun and moon!”
The elder watched Evan’s rapid approach and lifted his sword. In an instant, his aura unified, radiating deadly intent.
He was like a world-class sword, just unsheathed, his presence making the moonlight dim.
A brilliant white slash of sword energy shot forth, illuminating the Holy Land and ripping through the night sky towards Evan.
“Black Night: Nightfall!”
Evan swung Snowfall, his attack contrasting the elder’s, a black crescent moon slashing through the night, aiming to destroy everything, even the light.
Slash!
Their powerful sword energies collided in mid-air, shattering each other, and taking the light and air with them.
The shockwave roared, and both landed steadily on the roof.
“Black Night style?” The elder’s eyes gleamed with interest.
“You remember,” Evan said coldly.
“To fight me for several rounds, the Night Emperor was a rare opponent.” The elder remarked, guessing Evan had inherited the Night Emperor’s swordsmanship.
“That’s not certain.”
Evan snorted. Forty years ago, the Night Emperor was a genius in swordsmanship, sweeping the world in a decade. He might not have been inferior to this elder if not for his defeat and imprisonment.
Yet, Evan had to admit that the elder’s mastery of swordsmanship was awe-inspiring, a mountain too high to reach.
This duel was inevitable; retreating was not in Evan’s nature.
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