As he watched the army troops closing in without end, the corner of Rosinante's mouth suddenly curled upward.
Then, in the very next instant, he shot forward.
Seeing Rosinante charge out just like that, Bins was startled.
Even after nearly half of the World Government's army had been knocked out by Rosinante's Conqueror's Haki, there were still around five thousand men left.
More importantly, behind them were over a hundred thousand elite army soldiers continuing to press forward in an endless tide. No matter how powerful Rosinante was, before such a massive army, even he should have looked powerless.
And even if Rosinante could defeat these troops... what then?
There were still many of the World Government's experts and powerful Marines waiting in the rear. By the time Rosinante had exhausted much of his stamina against the army, would he still be able to fight them?
But before Bins even had time to react, Rosinante had already rushed out.
On one side stood a single man.
On the other stood five thousand soldiers, with more than a hundred thousand elite troops steadily advancing behind them.
Rosinante's speed was terrifyingly fast.
In the blink of an eye, the two sides collided.
In an instant, Rosinante appeared before one of the soldiers.
That soldier seemed to freeze for a moment, perhaps shocked that Rosinante actually dared to charge straight at five thousand men by himself, or perhaps stunned by how Rosinante had appeared in front of him in a flash.
Whatever the reason, that single moment of surprise was fatal.
In that split second, the soldier felt a sharp pain in his jaw.
Then his entire body lost consciousness and flew backward.
And as he was sent flying, the soldier had already stopped breathing. So he never even knew that when his body crashed into several comrades, it sent them flying too, like a bowling ball smashing through pins.
Rosinante's palm had struck upward beneath the man's jaw, launching him into the air.
And at the exact same moment the soldier was blasted away, Rosinante's hand snatched the long blade from his grip.
After taking the sword, Rosinante didn't even use it in close combat.
He simply hurled it at another army soldier beside him.
The blade shot out like a bolt of lightning, carrying tremendous force, and in an instant it pierced through several soldiers in a row.
Then Rosinante stepped forward and plunged straight into the heart of the army formation.
At that moment, the killing art of the Warring States era from the ninja world was displayed on Rosinante's body in its most perfect form.
A lifted hand.
A stomp.
A turn of the body.
Every single movement took several lives.
Rosinante's entire body had become a weapon of murder.
He was killing at an astonishing speed.
"S-So strong...!" Bins said in shock.
These soldiers weren't especially powerful. Bins himself could also kill them in a single strike.
But he absolutely could not do it with such effortless ease, such flawless precision, such artistry taken to the absolute peak.
At this moment, Rosinante looked as if slaughter itself had been carved into his bones.
Every gesture, every movement, was the art of killing.
He used the simplest and most efficient methods possible, expending not even a trace of unnecessary energy.
The entire battle had become so precise it was terrifying.
Even though he was trapped in the middle of five thousand men, it looked less like five thousand soldiers were surrounding Rosinante...
and more like Rosinante was hunting five thousand soldiers.
"To think that at such a young age, the little brother has trained his killing methods to this level... even I'm getting chills watching this, and at the same time, my blood is boiling!" Redfield said.
"This is strange... this doesn't seem like His Majesty's usual fighting style," Bins suddenly said, frowning.
Rosinante had always fought by crushing his enemies with overwhelming force, especially through explosive bursts of power.
But this battle was completely different.
This was an entirely different style.
In the distance, Sengoku and the others were also staring dumbfounded at Rosinante's dance-like method of killing.
"Damn you, Rosinante!" Sengoku said angrily.
At this rate, the army wasn't serving its purpose of draining Rosinante's stamina at all. With attacks like this, Rosinante could probably keep fighting for ten days or half a month without feeling tired.
"This kind of killing technique... I've truly never seen anything like it. To possess methods like this, it would have to be something forged through countless battles, something one could only develop alone. There's no technique to learn, no method to copy. This is killing that has been fused into the bones," Momousagi said with a grave expression.
Hearing Momousagi's words, Sengoku's face grew even darker.
"Rosinante has become even more terrifying," one of the Five Elders said in their office.
"It's basically confirmed now. After Rosinante's soul was exiled, he must have gone to another world. And that world was likely one of endless war. Otherwise, there's no way he could have developed such horrifying killing methods," another Elder said.
"What we need to be even more wary of now is what other powers that world possesses, what exactly Rosinante obtained there, and what kind of force allowed him to return from that world to this one. Any power capable of crossing between worlds, even if it only involves the soul, cannot possibly be ordinary."
"Indeed. The ability to traverse another world, even as a soul, is no trivial matter."
"Tell Purple Steed to continue the attack. Increase the pressure. No matter how strong Rosinante's combat power is, under the siege of this many people, he can't come through entirely unscathed. In the end, as long as we can defeat Rosinante, even if all one hundred and fifty thousand elite army troops are wiped out, it will still be worth it."
"If necessary, we should act as well. Rosinante is too great an uncertainty. We must go all out and erase him completely."
"When will the Marines arrive?"
"Sengoku and the others have already set out. They should arrive very soon."
"If Sengoku and the others join the battle, things will become much easier. No matter how strong Rosinante is, with the World Government's current power, it is enough to kill him," one of the Five Elders said, his eyes flashing sharply.
At the same time, Purple Steed received the Five Elders' order:
No matter the cost, Rosinante had to be annihilated.
So Purple Steed raised the long blade in his hand, pointed it at Rosinante, and shouted:
"Charge! Kill!"
Following Purple Steed's command, the remaining hundred thousand-plus army soldiers also began to surge forward madly, charging at Rosinante like a flood.
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