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One person alone couldn't defeat Lynch, but together, they were confident they couldn't lose—at the very least, escaping would be easy.

Or maybe... they could actually defeat the Emperor of West Blue!?

The thought sent a surge of excitement through them.

"Saint Boswald, focus. Don't get careless."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it."

Boswald ripped off his tattered upper garments, stepping toward Lynch with a smirk.

"That last hit really hurt."

Meanwhile, Saint Ethanbaron Isha shifted into battle mode.

Taking a step forward, two fox-like ears sprouted atop her head, followed by nine long, fluffy tails, each over two meters long.

Zoan – Mythical Beast Fox-Fox Model: Nine-Tailed Fox.

She twirled around playfully, her voice sweet and tempting.

"Keke~ Little brother, does your sister look good?"

Now that she had regained confidence, her usual personality returned, and she couldn't resist flirting with Lynch completely forgetting how terrified she had been just moments ago.

Her soft, seductive voice slithered into his ears like silk, making Lynch's mind go hazy for a split second.

"Damn, her voice can mess with people's minds!"

Without hesitation, Lynch bit the tip of his tongue, the sharp pain snapping him back to reality.

Only then did Lynch realize, Saint Boswald was already in front of him, his blade aimed straight at his throat!

Their coordination was impeccable. If this had been a normal Admiral-level fighter, they might have already fallen.

Had it not been for Lynch's physical strength and the Sun Candle Fruit's natural resistance to mental attacks, most Admirals would still be trapped in illusions, unable to react before being killed.

Individually, they weren't overwhelming, but together, they were deadly.

One lured the enemy into an illusion.

The other delivered the killing blow.

A Mythical Zoan user and a lightning-fast swordsman was a brutal combination.

It was clear that the Knights of God didn't just send out random teams.

Their pairings were designed for maximum efficiency in battle.

"You wanna die?!"

Just as the blade was half a fist away from his throat, Lynch snatched it with his bare hand.

Electricity surged through his palm, racing down the metal blade straight into Boswald.

"You're the first to ever grab my sword with your bare hands!" Boswald snarled, eyes widening in shock.

Saint Boswald swung his blade down with full force, slicing through the crackling electricity.

"Roar!"

Lynch's sword, Dragon Slayer, reacted instantly—transforming into a small dark green dragon and biting down on Boswald's thigh!

At the last moment, Boswald reinforced his leg with Haki, narrowly avoiding disaster.

His clothes were soaked in cold sweat, that was way too close.

"A weapon made from a Mythical Zoan?!" 

After a brief exchange, the two warriors separated.

Lynch's long blade dripped with blood his palm was sliced open, two bones shattered, and blood flowed freely from the wound.

But Boswald didn't walk away unscathed either, his curly hair had turned into an afro from the lightning strike, and his clothes were completely burnt, leaving him completely naked.

Luckily, his entire body was charred black, hiding some of the embarrassment.

"Isha! What the hell was that?!" Boswald snapped, panting. 

"Your control didn't last at all, I almost got killed!"

Isha exhaled, her fox ears twitching. "I underestimated him. The Emperor of West Blue lives up to his reputation."

"My little brother is really amazing! you broke through my illusion so quickly. How wonderful~"

Saint Ethanbaron Isha, in her Nine-Tailed Demon Fox form, radiated a seductive aura rivaling that of the Empress herself. 

She was like a walking aphrodisiac, her presence irresistibly alluring.

According to legend, Nine-Tails are born with a natural charm, and as a Nine-Tailed Thousand-Faced Fox, Isha's allure was on another level.

The moment she spoke, countless men nearby flushed red, their bodies trembling as if spellbound.

If Boa Hancock's beauty was divine and awe-inspiring, then Isha's was intoxicating and irresistible, making people desperate to claim her.

Several members of the Donquixote Family fell under her spell, their eyes turned pink, their minds clouded, and without hesitation, they raised their blades and stabbed their own hearts.

Yet, Lynch stood firm.

This time, he was completely unaffected.

"Hmph. The same trick? You really think that would work on me twice?"

Prepared for the illusion, Lynch easily resisted the attack.

Meanwhile, his severed palm, which had been nearly sliced in half moments ago, fully regenerated in just ten seconds.

"Such insane defense… and his regeneration is just as terrifying." 

Saint Boswald's face turned pale. This was becoming a real problem.

A direct, full-powered strike from a great swordsman at point-blank range had sliced through half of Lynch's hand yet in mere moments, it had fully healed.

Even Kaido wouldn't recover this fast!

Meanwhile, Dragon Slayer shifted back into its long sword form, landing in Lynch's grip. Dark green venom oozed from its edge, dripping onto the ground.

The moment the poison touched the stone, it sizzled and melted into liquid.

"One Sword Style: Poison Rain!"

With a swift slash, Lynch sent a storm of venom into the air. The droplets, invisible to the naked eye, spread across the battlefield like a deadly mist.

Within a kilometer radius, everything including houses, plants, stones, even the earth itself corroded into a mess.

"That blade… it's a supreme grade sword that ate a Mythical Zoan!" 

Saint Boswald shouted, his face darkening. "Don't let the poison rain touch you!"

Despite his warning, a few drops landed on his arm, which was shielded with Armament Haki.

Sssss—!

Green smoke rose from the impact site. Even with Haki reinforcement, the poison ate away at his defenses.

If this went on, his Haki would be drained before long.

"You bastard!" 

Saint Ethanbaron Isha shot Lynch a sharp glare before pulling a flute from her waist and raising it to her lips.

Saint Boswald was already running around naked, and if Saint Ethanbaron Isha got drenched in the poison rain, she'd have to flee in the same state—which she absolutely refused to do.

The melody of her flute filled the air, and the power of her Mythical Zoan awakened. 

The houses around them lifted off the ground, floating above them to act as a shield against the poison.

But that wasn't all.

Everyone who heard the flute, regardless of gender, suddenly lost control of their bodies—and launched a frenzied suicide attack on Lynch.

Lynch casually cut down hundreds of soldiers with a single swing, then turned his gaze toward the two escaping Celestial Dragons.

"This guy's will is unshakable. My charm can't stop him." 

Isha bit her lower lip in frustration. "Keep going. Don't hold back."

"Got it. Just back me up!"

With that, Boswald hoisted his long blade over his shoulder and charged forward, engaging Lynch in fierce close combat.

Meanwhile, Isha continued playing the flute, controlling the floating houses to crash down on Lynch like a relentless barrage.

Unlike Isha, Boswald didn't eat a Devil Fruit. Like Rayleigh, he was a pure physical fighter, a warrior with overwhelming strength and swordsmanship.

Their blades clashed at high speed, and Lynch occasionally swung a flying slash to shatter the incoming houses.

The houses themselves weren't a threat but he knew better than to let his guard down.

If Saint Ethanbaron Isha was controlling them, there was a good chance she had hidden something dangerous inside.

Sure enough, after three houses were destroyed, a fourth one burst open, releasing three silver needles aimed straight at Lynch.

"You're way too cautious!" Saint Ethanbaron Isha fumed as her sneak attack failed, her chest tightening with frustration.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Lynch and Boswald's blades clashed relentlessly, each impact ringing like clashing steel, making the air tremble and stinging the eardrums of anyone nearby.

Then, on the seventy-sixth exchange, Lynch's blade cut deep into Boswald's shoulder, drawing a spray of blood.

"You're too damn strong!" Boswald growled, feeling the weight of the battle.

Despite fighting together, he and Isha were completely overpowered by the Emperor of West Blue.

If anyone heard this, they wouldn't believe it.

Even their boss wouldn't be able to handle both of them so easily!

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TO BE CONTINUED

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