Chapter 1511 The Lion King When He Gets Serious
Shiki being entangled by two female Marines would have been unimaginable in the past. A great pirate who championed male chauvinism was actually getting his comeuppance from two women.
"Does the navy have no men? They sent two females to deal with me!"
Shiki the Golden Lion's arrogant laughter echoed as he unleashed a fierce flying slash from Mikazuki Munechika in his hand, striking Esdeath and Momousagi Gion like a storm.
These two top female swordsmen in the navy proved to be surprisingly formidable, proving they were not mere pretty faces that could be easily defeated with a single strike.
"Freeze it!"
Esdeath's icy blue eyes showed no fear. The female general made a grasping motion with one hand, and the extreme cold air instantly condensed into a thick ice wall in front of her.
Her control over the cold power, combined with her swordsmanship, froze and shattered Shiki's attacks, demonstrating her unparalleled mastery of the power of cold.
Meanwhile, Momousagi Gion on the other side put considerable pressure on Shiki. Under the influence of Artoria's leadership aura, she felt her inner power flowing endlessly, and the energy consumed in the previous battle was greatly replenished.
She took a deep breath, using her unique breathing technique at full power, and her strong cardiopulmonary function brought her greater explosive power and endurance.
"Flower Breath - Peach Blossom"!
Gion's famous sword, Kinpira, traced a dazzling trajectory, its blade seemingly tinged with a dreamy peach-pink halo.
The slashes were not simply sword energy, but transformed into countless swirling, pink petal tornadoes that cleverly entangled and deflected Shiki's attacks.
"Another Marine who knows the breathing technique," Shiki frowned. The two women were working together so well, one focusing on defense and restriction, and the other on offense and harassment.
The woman who used ice, in particular, emanated an extremely eerie chill that made the surrounding air thick and cold, subtly slowing down his movements.
"Don't be so arrogant. I don't believe that breathing techniques are omnipotent," Shiki roared, brandishing his famous sword Mikazuki Munechika, and charged towards Gion, who seemed to be less aggressive, attempting to break one of them first.
Gion was waiting for him to approach her, so she performed "Flower Breath - Sea of Roses"!
In an instant, countless peach-colored sword petals appeared out of thin air, centered on Shiki the Golden Lion, like a blooming rose garden, surrounding the Great Pirate Crew.
These petals are exquisitely beautiful, yet they contain extremely sharp sword energy. They are not illusions, but rather a substantial attack produced by the combination of Gion's high-speed slashing and breathing techniques.
Chi Chi Chi -!
Although the Golden Lion swung Mikazuki Munechika's parry with great speed, the number of petals was too many and too dense.
His clothes were instantly ripped open with countless tears, and fine bloodstains appeared on his exposed skin. Although they were not deep, they were drawing blood from him.
What annoyed him even more was that these petal slashes seemed to be able to tear through the Armament Haki defense to some extent and strike his body directly!
"Damn breathing technique!" Shiki was both shocked and furious. He had been forced into such a sorry state by two female marines using such flashy but impractical swordsmanship!
He tried to take off and create some distance, but Esdeath had been waiting for a long time. "You want to leave? Did you ask me first?"
Esdeath wields the cursed sword Murasame, but instead of slashing directly, she points the tip of the blade at Shiki.
Suddenly, an even more terrifying chill erupted, and countless ice crystal cavalrymen materialized out of thin air, charging towards Shiki like an army, restricting his movement.
At the same time, the eerie chill, like a bone-deep infection, seeped into Shiki's body little by little through the wounds inflicted by the flower petals.
Shiki could feel his muscles stiffening and his blood flow slowing down.
Even though he used Armament Haki to resist, he couldn't completely block out this bone-chilling cold. He had suffered from his chauvinism and had really underestimated women.
"To be driven to this extent by a woman is truly a disgrace," Shiki yelled angrily.
He, the Golden Lion, had roamed the seas his entire life, and had never suffered such humiliation, being suppressed by two women and constantly being bled and frozen. This was an utter disgrace.
Just then, Whitebeard's urgent and angry roar entered their ears like thunder.
Upon hearing the curses from his old rival and temporary ally, Shiki the Golden Lion was taken aback at first. Then, the irritation and anger in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by the madness and ferocity of a beast driven to desperation.
"Hehehehe, Newgate, what's with the rush? I haven't had enough fun yet!"
Shiki the Golden Lion's maniacal laughter abruptly ceased, replaced by a chilling growl.
His signature long blond hair seemed to come alive at this moment, standing upright like the mane of an enraged lion, exuding an incomparably wild and terrifying aura.
Esdeath and Momousagi Gion, who had initially held the upper hand, felt a sudden tightness in their chests almost simultaneously.
A powerful, instinctive sense of dread, stemming from the prospect of facing a apex predator, gripped them instantly. Their sixth sense was frantically warning them of impending deadly danger.
The vibrant rose petals that had once entangled and cut through Shiki, and the ice crystal cavalry that Esdeath had gathered, now attacking from all sides...
At that moment, it felt as if I had crashed into an invisible yet indestructible wall.
An indescribable, terrifying pressure, seemingly emanating from the soul, erupted from Shiki the Golden Lion like a nuclear explosion.
This is the highest level of Conqueror's Haki, the ultimate manifestation of a king's qualities that only one in millions possesses!
Ever since his defeat to Roger in that decisive naval battle, and ever since his imprisonment in Impel Down and his escape after cutting off his own legs, Shiki had been harboring a deep-seated resentment and bitterness.
Roger died, and his target of revenge disappeared, but his spirit never dissipated; instead, it grew stronger with the passage of time.
Today, in Marineford, he will finally unleash the pent-up anger he's held in for over twenty years on the navy.
The materialized dark red lightning, like a swarm of twisted snakes, coiled around Shiki's body, crackling and popping.
The powerful Conqueror's Haki was no longer just an imposing aura used to clear out the mobs; it transformed into a tangible attack, mixed with jet-black lightning, like a surging tide, instantly covering the entire Marineford port area!
The meticulously crafted sea of roses in Gion, under the impact of this absolute force, shattered like a fragile piece of glass art, vanishing into nothingness in an instant.
Esdeath's powerful ice cavalry couldn't even get close before being shattered into countless ice crystals in mid-air.
Even the Navy soldiers, whose morale was soaring thanks to Artoria's light of faith, felt unprecedented pressure in the face of the king's wrath emanating from the legendary pirate.
Esdeath and Gion, who were the first to be hit, felt the most direct impact. They had to plant their longswords in the ground and resist with all their might, their skirts and long hair fluttering in the powerful wind.
The two female naval officers exchanged a glance, both seeing shock and realization in each other's eyes.
It turns out... from the very beginning, this legendary great pirate never used his true strength.
His previous embarrassment and anger were perhaps more of a playful and teasing attitude, even if the process of "playing" made the Golden Lion feel very frustrated.
It wasn't until Whitebeard pointed it out, and until the two of them pushed it to a certain point, that this lion, which had been dormant for many years, finally came to its senses.
He finally tore off his disguise, revealing his fangs, which were enough to rival Roger and Whitebeard.
