One Piece: King of the World

Chapter 213: Your Highness Has a Big Tone!?

At the same time, Borsalino made his move. Folding his hands across his chest, his index fingers and thumbs formed a rectangle. Golden light began to gather within the frame, and Borsalino spoke softly:

"Light Prism – Prismatic Strike."

As soon as the words left his mouth, a rectangular beam of light shot out, blazing toward Linlin with incredible speed.

But Linlin had already escaped the aftermath of Sakazuki's Great Eruption. Tumbling midair, she landed steadily atop Zeus, her thundercloud Homie.

The prism of light roared toward her, but just before it could strike, Linlin raised her left arm. A burst of soul energy flared out, forming a translucent protective barrier in front of her.

The light prism collided with the shield, but Linlin's sheer brute force stopped it in its tracks, preventing it from breaking through.

Then, as if to retaliate, a sphere of fire resembling a miniature sun formed beside her. Linlin grabbed the blazing orb with her hand, molding it into a fiery fist.

Now armed with flames in one hand and Napoleon in the other, with Zeus hovering beneath her feet, Charlotte Linlin exuded a terrifying aura. Her soul energy surged wildly, radiating a palpable pressure as if she were entering a fully unleashed state.

Without hesitation, Linlin counterattacked. Wielding Napoleon with both immense strength and soul energy, she unleashed a powerful strike.

"The Spear of Elbaf – Hakoku!!!" she roared, her voice shaking the battlefield. She channeled the flames from her left hand into the slash, creating a fiery tornado that raged toward Sakazuki, Claudius, and the others.

Claudius instinctively raised his hand, ready to unleash his own power. But before he could act, a dark green slash tore through the sky, intercepting Linlin's fiery tornado midair.

The collision erupted in a burst of flames and energy, scattering into nothingness. Both attacks had been neutralized.

Everyone turned to see the source of the unexpected slash.

Walking toward the battlefield, calmly wielding the black blade Yoru, was none other than Dracule Mihawk. Dressed in his signature noble attire, his eagle-like eyes gleamed with excitement as he approached.

"Looks like the battle at East Blue helped him take another step forward in his swordsmanship," Claudius thought, a flicker of admiration crossing his face.

Mihawk's gaze locked onto Charlotte Linlin, his intent clear.

However, Mihawk's energy seemed drained. His single slash had been his peak strike, and his stamina waned. He couldn't evade Linlin's fiery attack in time.

Claudius, observing the scene, couldn't help but groan inwardly.

You've got to be kidding me, Mihawk! After that incredible display, you're out of energy already?

Moments ago, when Mihawk severed Napoleon, Claudius had thought him invincible. But now, it seemed Mihawk had put everything into one move without considering what would come next.

Still, Claudius couldn't afford to let Linlin's fiery punch burn Mihawk to ash. Though Mihawk's durability was far above that of ordinary humans, he was no match for Linlin's monstrous strength and Devil Fruit powers.

Taking a deep breath, Claudius expanded his chest before exhaling sharply.

"Breath of the Mountain!" Claudius shouted, releasing an invisible stream of nitrogen that spiraled toward the incoming flame.

The wind-like current wasn't ordinary air; it was nitrogen, a non-flammable gas. The cold stream engulfed Linlin's flame, extinguishing it instantly.

For a moment, the battlefield fell silent as everyone—including Linlin—stared in shock.

Linlin's powerful flame, unleashed in a fit of rage, had been snuffed out in a single breath.

"What the...?" Linlin muttered in disbelief.

Claudius stood calmly, though inwardly he cursed Mihawk's recklessness. "Was that really your plan, Mihawk? A five-second display of brilliance, and then nothing? How irresponsible can you be in a fight like this?"

Still, he wouldn't let Linlin's wrath destroy one of his carefully recruited Warlords.

At this moment, Linlin's bloodied arm caught everyone's attention. A deep wound marred her skin, evidence of Mihawk's earlier slash. Blood dripped freely from the injury, staining Zeus beneath her feet.

But before Claudius could strike again, a figure suddenly rushed in, blocking his next frost-infused attack. The wave of ice power hit the newcomer, but it seemed to dissipate almost immediately, as though neutralized by some natural resistance.

"Oven!" Linlin called out in surprise as her son, Charlotte Oven, stood before her.