Pirates of the Peak

Chapter 1136 Reunion with the Enemy

Before she finished speaking, Kuina's figure had already transformed into an almost transparent silver-white afterimage, leaving only a wisp of sword wind carrying a chilling sharpness, stirring up battlefield dust before dissipating.

In the next instant, she stood silently behind the five retired elders, sword in hand. The rope binding the snow-white hilt remained unmoved, and the cold blade was as clear as autumn water, unstained by any blood. Only a wisp of pale blue sword energy rose like a wisp of silk, merging into the smoke-filled air.

The retired old man's body suddenly froze on the spot, as if bound by invisible shackles—his pupils had long since dilated, losing the last trace of life, but deep in his eyes still remained an extreme horror and unbelievable fear, as if he hadn't seen how the fatal sword fell until his death.

As Kuina lifted her foot and took her first step, it seemed to trigger some hidden field, and a fine line of blood suddenly split open between the old man's eyebrows!

The blood line, like a cracked layer of ice, extended all the way to the root of the thigh. The next second, the entire body was neatly split in two along the blood line and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Only when the corpse collided with the ground with a dull thud did warm blood gush out from the broken surface like a spring, meandering into a river on the scorched battlefield.

Kuina raised her eyes and surveyed the battlefield, her gaze sweeping over the carnage and lingering briefly in the heart of the battlefield.

There, the clash between Vic and Im had reached a fever pitch. Every collision unleashed devastating energy, twisting and deforming space like crumpled paper. A powerful aura surged, obscuring the sky, eclipsing the sun and moon, and changing the color of the wind and clouds.

She withdrew her gaze, sheathed her sword, and walked steadily toward another battlefield, her cool and aloof figure moving with firmness and composure with each step.

She withdrew her gaze, and with a light twist of her wrist, a clear "clang" rang out as the long sword returned to its sheath. The resonance between the sheath and the blade drew a cool arc in the noisy battlefield.

Her figure remained as upright as a pine tree, her steps firm and composed as she walked steadily toward another battlefield, her ribbon sweeping across the pebbles on the ground without leaving a trace of mud or water.

Behind her, the retired old woman who should have been buried by the dust of history has completely disappeared in this chaotic world.

Kuina's next target was Junko. Without the support of Raiden, Nami was at a disadvantage in the battle against Junko. Although she wasn't completely overwhelmed, Nami didn't have many direct attack methods!

Furthermore, without Conqueror's Haki, Nami was completely helpless against Junko, who possessed an immortal body. This was the fundamental reason why Kuina set her sights on Junko!

Meanwhile, the long-standing feud between Dragon and Mafi has reached a fever pitch.

The memory of the God Valley incident is etched deep into Dragon's mind like a brand.

At that time, he was just a seventeen-year-old soldier who had recently joined the navy, carrying a rifle and moving through the smoke of battle.

In an attempt to save the red-haired woman's two children, he confronted Mafi of the Knights of God, but nearly lost his life.

By then, Mafi was already a core member of the Knights of the Riding Order, possessing unfathomable strength, while he was merely a greenhorn, the difference in their strength being as vast as an insurmountable chasm.

Maffei effortlessly snatched Shamrock from his grasp and even attempted to kill him. Had Whitebeard not interrupted her actions with his indiscriminate attacks on the Celestial Dragons, Dragon would have been dead on the spot.

But he could only watch helplessly as Shamrock was taken away by this woman. Years later, when they met again, Shamrock's depravity filled him with guilt—he hated his own weakness back then, and he hated Mafi's tyrannical plunder even more.

Therefore, when the final battle broke out, Dragon immediately went to Maffei.

In just over twenty moves, each move was deadly, and both sides were truly enraged.

Dragon always believed that he bore some responsibility for Shamrock's downfall; and although Mafi brought back a child, she still couldn't escape Garin's scolding and punishment. She held onto this resentment and unwillingness for decades.

Not seeing Dorrag was nothing, but now that the old enemy has reunited, it naturally stirs up those memories, and the pent-up anger and resentment are all transformed into killing intent amidst the flashing swords.

"I never imagined! Those ants I could have easily crushed back then have grown to this extent... I truly regret my past actions!"

The sword strike was forcefully blocked by Dragon's Claw Fist, which was imbued with domineering power. Sparks flew as the sword and the dragon claw collided.

She recalled the disheveled soldier she first met in God Valley, her tone filled with emotion, but even more so with an undeniable sense of imbalance.

Even Rocks, the strongest warrior on the island at the time, died at the hands of their knights (Rocks had already been rendered immobile by Roger and Garp working together, and was finally finished off by Garin). It's amazing that Dragon, who was just a recruit at the time, survived and grew to where he is today. Fate is unpredictable!

She already knew that the person in front of her had killed one of the Five Elders, Nasujuro, and that the one in their Order of God had been killed right in front of her.

This level of strength was already astonishing enough, yet she could only stagnate. This stark contrast almost drove the proud and arrogant girl to despair.

"I owe my strength to you all. If it weren't for your darkness, I wouldn't have this almost extreme drive to become stronger. In order to wipe you out and restore peace to the world, I have no choice but to become stronger!"

Dorag's voice was deep and firm, and the domineering aura on his dragon claws became even more refined!

It was at God Valley that he witnessed the darkness of the World Government and the Navy's complicity in wrongdoing, which led him to make that seemingly impossible vow in his heart, and to strive and work tirelessly towards it!

His power was never for personal gain, but to fulfill the vow that was once considered a pipe dream—to overthrow the dark rule and restore freedom to the world.

This determination drove him to dedicate himself wholeheartedly to his work for decades, while his exceptional talent gave him the means to fulfill his vow.

Looking at the female Celestial Dragon in front of him, whose lower body was a horse and upper body was a human, and whose form was remarkably similar to that of Nasujuro whom he had previously killed, Dragon felt that he had a special affinity with Zoan-type abilities that have four hooves.

Although Nasujuro's ability is a horse bone and Mafi's is a unicorn, their transformed appearances are still quite similar. Nasujuro has already died at his hands, and now he is preparing to send Mafi on his way!

"Darkness and light, justice and evil—those are merely definitions of mediocre people. Light and justice are written by the victors, just as history has!"

Mafi scoffed at the idea that Dragon had become stronger for such a trivial reason!

If Dragon says that becoming stronger is so that she can kill at will, then she agrees. She's already so powerful, why should she care about what the world thinks?

Isn't it better to live as you please? If you like killing, then kill; if you like money, then rob; if you like women, then... that's the treatment the strong deserve!

To her, becoming stronger just to help the weak was a foolish and ridiculous act, and she felt that people like Dorrag were a disgrace to the strong!

A strong person needs a strong mindset, while Dorag has the mindset of a weak person. Only in this way can he think from the perspective of the weak and empathize with them. Such a person doesn't deserve to live!

Maffei had a gleaming horn on his head, a longsword in his hand, a mouth full of sharp white teeth, white breath coming out of his nostrils, and one of his hooves was digging in the ground, as if he might charge at Dorag at any moment.