#612 - Chapter 612 Trash

"Boom!"

Jin An dodged again, his figure almost grazed by the lightning. He swung his long saber, the blade light slicing towards Im like a gust of wind.

However, the saber strike was blocked by an invisible barrier the moment it touched Im. The blade stopped half an inch from her chest, unable to advance any further.

"Still too slow."

Im's voice sounded again, filled with condescending indifference.

She raised her hand and struck Jin An's chest with a palm, the force like a bursting mountain torrent, accompanied by scorching lightning power, directly blasting towards his body.

A cold glint flashed in Jin An's eyes, his body subconsciously retreating while his long saber blocked in front of his chest.

His movements were unbelievably fast, but even so, he still couldn't completely avoid this fatal blow.

"Bang!"

The power of the lightning struck the long saber fiercely, and the enormous impact directly sent Jin An's body flying.

His figure tumbled several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, instantly creating a huge crack in the earth beneath his feet, kicking up dust.

Jin An slowly stood up from the ground, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained as sharp as knives, as if the previous blow had not shaken his will in the slightest.

He raised his saber, gently wiping away the dust from the blade, his gaze coldly fixed on Im in the air.

"Is this your Ultimate Art?"

Im said indifferently, her hands behind her back, her posture elegant and composed.

"With just this much skill, you dare to be my enemy?"

Jin An didn't respond, not even with a word of rebuttal.

His gaze remained calm, his body slowly adjusting its stance, the long saber once again in an offensive posture.

He knew that against a powerful enemy like Im, any words were meaningless, only action could prove everything.

Im's gaze narrowed slightly. She could see that Jin An's will had not collapsed because of her power.

On the contrary, he was becoming more and more calm, more and more focused.

This calmness made her feel a strange sensation, but that feeling was immediately suppressed by her confidence.

"No matter how calm you are, you can't change your fate."

Im said in a low voice, and then her figure disappeared again.

Almost the instant she disappeared, Jin An sensed the danger. His body dodged to the side without thinking, while his long saber drew a sharp arc, slashing towards the direction where Im might appear.

"Buzz!"

The trajectory of the blade was extremely precise, but it was once again blocked by an invisible barrier. Im's figure appeared behind him on his flank, a sneer on her lips, and her right hand raised again, a lightning spear condensing in her palm, stabbing straight at Jin An's chest with earth-shattering momentum.

Jin An's body reacted automatically again, his movements as smooth as flowing water, without any superfluous pauses.

He sidestepped with the smallest of movements, the lightning spear piercing into the ground past his shoulder, emitting a deafening explosion.

However, at the same time as he dodged, Im's left hand had already swung out, a blade of lightning cutting through the void, slashing straight at his waist.

"Bang!"

This time, Jin An's reaction was still precise, his long saber blocking the blade of lightning, but the enormous impact still sent his body staggering backward.

His feet dragged two deep marks on the ground, and he almost collapsed, but he still stood firm.

"Still blocked."

Im's voice was a little impatient. Although she still held an absolute advantage, she could feel that Jin An's movements were becoming smoother and more unpredictable with each passing moment.

This calmness and tenacity made her feel a trace of annoyance.

"It seems that your 'Ultimate Art' is indeed a bit interesting."

Im said coldly, then waved her hand, and the power of lightning once again condensed around her.

"However, even if your body can act autonomously, as long as the difference in power is here, your result will still be the same!"

Before she finished speaking, her figure rushed towards Jin An again, and the clash of lightning and blade light once again ignited the entire battlefield.

The battle between the two was like a storm between heaven and earth, and any existence that tried to approach would be completely swallowed. However, Jin

An's pressure was getting bigger and bigger. Although his Ultimate Art made his movements perfect, he still couldn't gain the upper hand in the face of Im's absolute power.

"Jin An..."

Whitebeard and Loki in the distance watched all this, their hearts filled with anxiety, but at this moment, they could only be helpless on the battlefield.

The slaughter on the battlefield was in full swing, and the World Government's counterattack was like dark clouds pressing down on the city, completely enveloping the rebel camp.

Blood had already stained the earth red, corpses lay scattered on the ground, and the warriors' roars and desperate cries intertwined into a tragic battlefield elegy.

Just as Whitebeard was watching Jin An's battle, a cold light attacked from his side.

It was a top expert from the World Government, the blade on his sword flashing with coldness, aimed directly at Whitebeard's side.

"You still have time to worry about others?"

The expert said with a sneer, his tone full of contempt and ridicule.

The blade cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound, carrying a terrifying killing intent.

Whitebeard turned around abruptly, and with a stomp of his foot, a huge crack opened in the ground.

He raised his long blade and blocked it in front of him, the shockwaves from the blade and the long blade exploding in the air, creating an ear-piercing metallic crash.

"Gurarararara..."

Whitebeard let out a loud laugh, his brow furrowed but without any fear.

His figure was still like an unshakable mountain, and although he was scarred, his majesty had not diminished in the slightest.

"I am Whitebeard!"

He roared, waving his hands forcefully, and shockwaves erupted from the long blade, directly blasting the expert's attack away.

However, the expert stabilized himself in the instant he retreated, his eyes as cold as knives, and then he pounced on Whitebeard again.

Whitebeard's stamina was rapidly depleting, and the wound on his chest was still bleeding, but he did not retreat half a step.

He knew that he was one of the most important pillars in the rebel army, and as long as he could stand, these people would not easily fall.

"Come again, bastard!"

Whitebeard roared, and the long blade swung out again, the shockwaves like raging waves, forcing back the enemies rushing up.

However, just as this strike landed, three more World Government powerhouses surrounded him from different directions, their attacks swift and fierce, without any gaps.

"Old Man!"

Marco's voice came from a distance, his phoenix wings drawing a trail of fire in the sky, but he was held back by more enemies and could not arrive immediately.

Whitebeard did not answer, he just used his long blade to block the blade attacking from the front again, while his left hand waved out violently, a shockwave blasting the enemy on the side back repeatedly.

But his movements were slightly slow, and the third enemy's long blade slashed across his shoulder, and blood spurted out.

"Gurararara..."

Whitebeard gritted his teeth, his trademark smile still on his face.

His body swayed, but he forcibly steadied himself.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with force, his eyes filled with arrogance and unyieldingness.

"You think you can defeat me with trash like you?"