Sword Saint Bickley frowned, his brows knitted in confusion and disbelief.
"That's right. Within this domain, I am God. I am the Lord," Ashveil muttered, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
"You call yourself Lord…" Bickley's expression shifted, wary and incredulous. Such arrogance! To proclaim himself a god in this world—does this brat dare to contend with Imu-sama?
"Brat! Don't speak so wildly! You merely dodged my attack by chance! To claim divinity, you think too highly of yourself!"
"There is only one God in this world, and that is Imu-sama!" he roared.
The holy sword in Bickley's hands flared brilliantly as he unleashed a flurry of attacks toward Ashveil. Each swing devoured space itself, tearing rifts in the air that stretched across the battlefield.
One rift, colliding with Ashveil's Conqueror's Haki-infused defense, caused the barrier to vanish entirely. Within his domain, Ashveil's eyes narrowed as he observed the barrier's disappearance.
Finally, he understood.
Bickley's attacks weren't destroying his defense—they were a spatial technique. His barrier had been transferred to another plane of space.
"Interesting," Ashveil murmured, nodding slightly. "So this is how you achieve such attacks through your sword, Bickley. Clever for a brute like you."
The weapon radiated a sacred aura, incongruous with Bickley's inherently sinister nature.
"Bastard! I am a descendant of God!" Bickley screamed, fury igniting as he pressed forward with relentless attacks.
Below, the Whitebeard Pirates and United Army captives tensed. If Ashveil fell, their survival would demand a desperate struggle against the unstoppable Sword Saint.
Ashveil's lips curved in a faint smile.
"I told you, within this domain, I am King, I am the Master."
Sharp spatial slashes emerged, slicing through the battlefield. Just as they neared Ashveil, he vanished without a trace, reappearing moments later across the field.
Bickley's eyes widened in shock. Again, another spatial slash came at Ashveil, only for him to disappear once more. No matter how frenzied the attack, it could not touch him.
Desperation twisted Bickley's face as he unleashed all his Observation Haki, yet he could not sense Ashveil's position.
The truth struck him like lightning—this was no simple evasion. Ashveil's ability was spatial. Unlike Bickley, who relied on his holy sword to manipulate space, Ashveil wielded the very fabric of space with his own power.
Sweat beaded on Bickley's forehead as terror finally seeped into his heart. Ashveil, this boy, possessed the same godlike spatial ability as Imu-sama.
"You finally understand, Bickley," Ashveil said softly, appearing directly behind him. "Within this domain, I can move to any point in space at will."
The revelation sent a chill through Bickley's very soul. Now the stakes were undeniable. Ashveil was not merely a combatant—he was King here, a master of every inch of the battlefield.
Gathering a massive fist behind him, electricity crackled and coiled around Ashveil's Conqueror's Haki-infused limb. The sizzling aura radiated pure power, suppressing even the descendant of Imu-sama.
Bickley's body trembled under the overwhelming presence, eyes wide with fear. In all his eight centuries of existence, he had killed countless foes without ever experiencing terror firsthand.
Now, he felt it—true, bone-deep fear.
In a final desperate attempt, Bickley surged forward, slashing his holy sword toward Ashveil… only to cut through empty air.
Ashveil had vanished again, leaving nothing but the echo of his calm, confident presence.
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