“????????????????????????????” “What in the world just happened?
Am I seeing things?!” “They all collapsed?
Thousands of elite Werewolf Cavalrymen, completely unconscious?!” “Is this a crowd-control skill?
An area-of-effect suppression of this magnitude?
What kind of god-tier ability is this?!” “Holy crap!
This completely defies the laws of nature!
Look at the scale of that shockwave!
Look at the execution!” “A divine ability!
This is absolutely a strategic-level tactical skill!
Imagine unleashing this on a real battlefield, wiping out an entire enemy vanguard in a single breath?!” “One man is an army!
That skeleton is literally a one-man legion!” “The sheer mental pressure is insane.
I can barely breathe just watching this through my screen.
It’s absolutely terrifying!” Just as the live feed flooded with frantic commentary, and every spectator sat paralyzed by the unprecedented deployment of Conqueror’s Haki clearing the field, a maddened cry tore through the silence.
“Roar!” The Werewolf General, barely tearing his consciousness free from the suffocating pressure, unleashed a scream filled with raw rage and ultimate despair.
He realized his entire army had been reduced to a collection of limp bodies, leaving him a lone commander against a terrifying anomaly.
Yet, his feral, bloodthirsty nature drove him to stake everything on a final, desperate gamble.
Abandoning his unconscious dire wolf, he swung his massive, door-sized warhammer with both hands.
Roaring like a dying beast, he charged toward the motionless Zoro with every ounce of physical power he could muster.
The heavy warhammer sliced through the air with a shrill, shrieking whistle.
This desperate strike concentrated his entire life force and fury, packing enough kinetic impact to smash reinforced steel plate into a flat coin.
Facing the incoming avalanche of steel and muscle, Zoro didn’t even adjust his posture into the standard Three-Sword Style formation.
He merely pivoted his frame slightly to the side.
His left hand securely gripped the mouth of Wado Ichimonji’s scabbard, while his right palm rested steadily against the hilt of the blade.
“One-Sword Style Iai…” His stance was flawlessly balanced and serene, resembling the absolute stillness resting at the center of a gathering superstorm.
The Werewolf General’s warhammer, carrying thousands of pounds of crushing force, was already slicing down mere inches above Zoro’s skull.
The violent, down-drifting air currents caused the skeleton’s dark green samurai robe to billow aggressively.
Right at that exact microsecond, a resonant sound echoed.
“Clang!” The crisp, singing ring of drawn steel sounded like the roar of an ascending dragon, completely drowning out the whistle of the warhammer.
A single, incredibly faint black line flashed across the projection screen.
It was so fast that even the platform’s high-speed virtual lenses struggled to register a clear trajectory of the cutting edge.
Zoro’s silhouette instantly materialized five meters behind the Werewolf General’s forward path.
He maintained a slightly forward-leaning posture, his left hand supporting the scabbard as his right hand slowly, steadily guided the black-coated steel back home.
“Lion’s Song.” Click.
The handguard and the mouth of the sheath met with a soft, crisp snap.
That quiet, delicate sound seemed to trigger a cosmic execution switch.
“Pfft!” The Werewolf General’s massive charging torso shuddered violently, his forward momentum grinding to a catastrophic halt.
Across his ferocious lupine features, a perfectly straight, mirror-smooth line of crimson quietly manifested across his neck.
Immediately following the seam, the enormous wolf head slowly slid off his shoulders, crashing onto the black rocky platform with a heavy thud.
It rolled twice across the stone, the dead eyes still retaining a final flash of feral rage mixed with utter bewilderment.
A fountain of blood erupted from the headless neck, heavily painting the surrounding bedrock in dark crimson.
-35,000!
The maximum health value floated upward in bright red digits.
His massive, armored frame stood frozen for two long seconds before collapsing backward into the dirt, kicking up a thick plume of gray dust.
[System Notification: You have defeated the Werewolf General (Boss) and gained 3,000 experience points.] Another instantaneous execution.
It remained a clean, peak-efficiency blitz kill.
From the initial spiritual clearing of the field via Conqueror’s Haki to the final kinetic decapitation via his rapid-draw technique, the entire sequence had concluded within ten seconds flat.
The existential threat of an entire elite Werewolf Legion, along with their high-tier commander, had been completely erased from existence.
The livestream chat box immediately drowned under a renewed tidal wave of users typing “instant kill” and “blitz,” but this time, the chat was heavily laced with absolute awe toward that single, lightning-fast draw.
“Iaijutsu!
It’s a localized rapid-draw strike!
Fast as lightning!” “The viewer playback couldn’t even render the physical blade trajectory!
There was just a sudden flash of light, and the boss was cleanly decapitated!” “Where are the Necromancer players in the chat?!
Hurry up and translate the technical name of that movement!” “The mental transmission labeled it as One-Sword Style Iai: Lion’s Song!” “Lion’s Song…
that name is both incredibly cool and beautifully dramatic!
As expected of my Poetry-Reciting Blademaster!” “He recites epic poetry, names his abilities like a scholar, and possesses world-breaking combat power…
I am completely obsessed with this skeleton!” Meanwhile, the high-ranking administrators of global conglomerates, mercenary syndicates, and military institutions watching the stream were left thoroughly shaken by the outrageous display of crowd-control efficiency.
Watching a Level 12 Boss General—an entity that would pose a severe operational challenge to a fully geared, high-grade Legendary vanguard party—get systematically butchered like a common chicken drove them into complete shock.
“There is absolutely no room for error in this diagnostic summary,” a guild executive breathed, his eyes narrowing sharply.
“That summon operates strictly at a verified Mythic tier.
Pass the mobilization order down the chain immediately; I am personally heading to Mountcrest City.” “Incredible, truly unprecedented.
This boy’s baseline value is now fully equivalent to a solo Mythical-class professional, making him the fourth recognized Mythical Supreme asset in humanity’s modern history.
Our conglomerate must exhaust every financial and political reserve to secure his contract.” Inside a high-level boardroom, the President of Capital Prime University slammed his fist onto the mahogany table, commanding fiercely, “Issue the absolute directive!
Activate our highest-tier emergency protocol for immediate special admission without examination!” “Coordinate with every academician, guest elder, and honorary combat alumnus currently stationed within a three-hundred-mile radius of Mountcrest City!
I want every single asset mobilized!” “Our target is Leon, the student from Mountcrest City Second High School!
Inform him that if he chooses Capital Prime University, he can personally dictate his own terms!
Unlimited custom development resources, an independent specialized research facility, a permanent team of Legendary-grade mentors…
hell, even my seat as the university president is entirely open for negotiation!” At the exact same time, the President of Metro Elite University issued a parallel mandate.
“Pass the directive down!
Our absolute target is Leon!
Ensure he registers with our academy at all costs, even if our recruiters have to treat him like their own father!” Similar chaotic scenes of corporate and political restructuring were unfolding simultaneously across the upper echelons of human territory.
An emergency board meeting at the multi-billion dollar Centurion Group was abruptly severed mid-sentence as the chairman abandoned the agenda, immediately boarding a supersonic private jet that had been idling on the tarmac.
The grand commander of a top-tier mercenary syndicate forcefully abandoned an active, high-value raid instance he was leading, ordering his core inner circle to sprint straight toward the nearest trans-regional teleportation array.
Behind every single one of these elite entities—the Blademaster Syndicate, the Crimson Leaf Corporation, the Jade Hills Academy—stood legendary powerhouses whose mere movements could shift global politics.
Right now, they were all racing toward the exact same coordinates at absolute maximum velocity, completely disregarding financial cost or bureaucratic etiquette as they converged frantically on Mountcrest City.
Meanwhile, inside humanity’s District 6 Cyber Intelligence Division.
A young intelligence analyst stared intently at the glowing virtual arrays hovering before his workstation.
The monitor was currently looping the replay footage of Zoro unleashing his spiritual pressure, showing thousands of elite riders collapsing in unison like severed wheat before the scythe.
When the analyst tracked the final rapid-draw strike that moved so quickly it left only a blurred visual artifact to decapitate the Level 12 Boss, his pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinheads.
He slammed his hand down onto the expensive mahogany desk before him with a resounding bang, spiderweb cracks fracturing across the solid wood surface under his palm.
“Mythical Rank!
This entity is definitively a Red Mythic-tier combat summon!” The young analyst’s voice trembled slightly, driven not by fear, but by extreme psychological stimulation and pure euphoria.
It had been over three hundred years since the human race transmigrated and merged into the Endless Continent, and a true Mythic-tier beast had never once manifested within human borders.
Only the supreme, ancient sovereign races occupying the absolute heart of the Endless Continent commanded entities of that divine tier.
He scrambled to open an encrypted communication uplink, realizing this development had to be funneled directly to Regional Governor Clarence as quickly as humanly possible.