#532 - Chapter 532: The Mob
Jaygarcia Saturn slowly lowered his hand, his eyes sweeping across the battlefield with indifference.
"Alright, the place is cleaned up."
His tone was calm, yet it carried an arrogance that transcended all living beings, as if he had just finished a trivial game.
Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro snorted coldly, standing with his hands behind his back.
"What a waste of time.
However, watching these 'brave resisters' fall one by one is quite amusing."
Jin silently watched them, his body slightly leaning forward, the longsword to his side, Haki surrounding the blade.
He took a deep breath, calming the rise and fall of his chest, but a cold smile crept onto his lips.
"Cleaned up? Heh, people as timid as you only have this much spirit, huh."
These words were like a sharp thorn, piercing into the Gorosei's arrogance.
Jaygarcia Saturn's eyes turned slightly cold, and he slowly turned around, staring at Jin, his voice as piercing as the cold wind.
"Jin, you better shut your mouth with your ignorant words. Otherwise—"
"Otherwise what?"
Jin interrupted him, his tone tinged with mockery.
"Aren't you gods? Was that 'performance' just now the so-called spirit of gods? It's nothing more than that."
These words caused the surroundings to fall silent.
Even the warriors who had been saved by Jin couldn't help but look nervously at the Gorosei.
They understood that the Gorosei had always prided themselves on being gods, and such a provocation was almost stepping on their bottom line.
"Heh…"
Shepherd Ju Peter suddenly chuckled, looking up at Jin, a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes.
"We have no spirit? Then you can try and see if you can leave here alive today."
Jin didn't answer, but slowly raised his longsword, the sharp blade reflecting the remaining firelight of the battlefield.
The coldness in his eyes grew stronger, and the surrounding air currents surged again with the fluctuation of his Haki.
"Alright,"
Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro raised his hand, interrupting the escalating confrontation, his tone filled with disdain.
"Why waste so much time talking to someone who is just clinging to life?
Jin, do you really think you can defeat us?"
"Whether I can defeat you or not, you'll know once you try," Jin said in a low voice, stepping forward, his whole body pouncing towards the Gorosei like a tiger.
His movements carried a momentum of thunder, his longsword swung, and the sword energy went straight for the throats of the five people.
Jaygarcia Saturn snorted coldly.
The Gorosei attacked at the same time, and five powerful auras instantly locked onto Jin, the battle broke out again, and in the midst of the flashing swords and blades, the two sides' Haki clashed again, stirring up earth-shattering explosions.
The battlefield instantly became a new Asura field.
On the battlefield, the aftermath of the Haki collision permeated the surroundings.
The air seemed to become viscous, and every breath felt like squeezing the chest.
The collision just now was like a mountain collapsing, shrouding the battlefield in a suffocating silence.
Whether it was the Neo-Navy soldiers or the giant warriors, they all collapsed to the ground, their hands and feet weak, and even standing became a luxury.
In the center of the confrontation, Jin and the Gorosei were fiercely fighting.
Sweat beaded on Jin's forehead, and the hand holding the sword was slightly numb due to the long-term power confrontation, but his eyes were still sharp, like a raptor hunting.
The longsword hung by his side, and the remaining Haki danced on the blade, making a subtle buzzing sound.
The Gorosei looked slightly embarrassed.
Jaygarcia Saturn reached out and straightened the hem of his clothes that had been ruffled by the impact, a mocking smile on his face.
"It seems you haven't learned what despair is.
Very well, in the next round, I will let you completely understand the difference between gods and mortals."
"Is that so?" Jin smiled faintly, his tone teasing.
He slowly raised his sword and gently flicked the blade with his thumb, making a crisp metallic trill, "The last person who said that had their ashes scattered."
The Gorosei's expressions froze slightly, but quickly returned to normal.
Shepherd Ju Peter snorted coldly with disdain.
"It's just brute force holding on.
Even if a mortal like you has some tricks, in the end, you are just an螳臂当车 (idiom: like an ant trying to stop a chariot; overestimating oneself).".
The tense atmosphere in the air rose again.
Suddenly, Jin moved—he took a step, and the ground beneath his feet instantly cracked, his figure almost turning into a phantom, rushing straight towards Jaygarcia Saturn's face.
The longsword roared with terrifying sword energy, as if to split the heavens and the earth in two.
"Well done!" Jaygarcia Saturn shouted, raising his arms to forcefully receive the blow.
His arms were covered with a thick layer of Armament Haki, sparks flew in the moment of the collision, and the deafening explosion shook the surrounding earth violently.
However, Jin did not retreat. He took advantage of the situation to spin around, and the blade once again stirred up a gust of wind, slashing horizontally towards another Gorosei.
Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro smiled coldly and raised his hand, using his fingers as blades to accurately block the blade. Two forces erupted into dazzling light at the moment of contact.
"This is just the beginning!"
Jin roared, his Haki climbing again, his sword momentum continuous, and even the Gorosei had to temporarily divert their attention to fully deal with his offensive.
At the same time, the surrounding battlefield gradually recovered its vitality.
The Seraphim were still wreaking havoc everywhere, but the Neo-Navy and giant warriors seemed to feel Jin's momentum, gradually broke free from the oppression, and re-raised their weapons, throwing themselves into the battle.
The Gorosei also realized this, and a hint of impatience flashed in Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro's eyes.
"This guy is more troublesome than we thought.
But if he dies, how long can this rabble hold on?"
"Then let's get serious quickly," Shepherd Ju Peter said coldly.
He put his hands together, and the aura in his body suddenly changed, a strange force spreading around him.
Jin keenly captured this change, he frowned, cautiously took a step back, the blade in front, staring at them coldly.
"Are you finally willing to get serious? I hope you're not just talking about it."
This time, the sky seemed to be trembling, and the battlefield would usher in an even more tragic battle.
The atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly became heavy, and a suffocating sense of oppression permeated the air.
Jin slowly looked around, a hint of sternness in his eyes.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the Seraphim, those tall, cold-eyed duplicates approaching from all directions, surrounding him tightly.
The Seraphim closest to him, the one that resembled Hawkeye Mihawk, held a miniature version of the Black Blade 'Night' in his hand.
The blade shone coldly in the sunlight, as if it could tear the air at any time.
It raised its head slightly, its eyes cold and emotionless, completely devoid of normal biological emotional fluctuations, but full of murderous intent.
Another Seraphim stood on the other side of Jin.
Energy balls were condensed in his hands, and purple light danced in his palms, containing unimaginable destructive power.
