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Chapter 120 A Legendary Defeat (Please Subscribe)

The greatsword whistled through the air in his hands.

Each of Cyrus's strikes possessed power comparable to the strikes that had previously repelled Kitahara Tsune.

The dense blade light slashed towards Kitahara Tsune.

Straight slash, thrust, sweep, chop —

Each strike was simple yet powerful, combining Cyrus's strength, speed, and combat skills to the extreme.

The greatsword, covered in Armament Haki, tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The relentless offensive even temporarily suppressed Kitahara Tsuneo.

Upon seeing this, the audience in the arena couldn't help but shout with excitement.

"I knew it! This kid's out of options now, isn't he?"

"What do you mean, one person fighting against an entire nation? Anyone can talk big!"

"I think this navy will soon be defeated."

The sounds of dense metal clashing echoed continuously in the arena.

The sound of the collision, like a stirring war drum, completely ignited the fervor in the audience caused by their previous two defeats.

Dissatisfaction and repression in life.

However, the audience's attention soon began to drift away from the pace of the battle.

The two were moving faster than some spectators could see.

Kitahara Tsuneo and Cyrus turned and twirled in the arena, the sounds of their collisions seemingly echoing in every corner of the arena.

The blade light from the greatsword and the powerful wind from the fist crisscrossed each other.

The already dilapidated arena floor was now even more battered, as if ravaged by a hurricane, with rubble scattered everywhere.

After exchanging blows for dozens of rounds, Kitahara Tsune gradually figured out Cyrus's true strength.

This former arena hero's strength and skill are indeed far superior to Evan Thorpe's, but even so, he is not enough to truly threaten him.

A glint flashed in Kitahara Tsune's eyes, and suddenly he stomped his foot, soaring into the sky.

"Moonwalk - Stepping into the Void"

Kitahara Tsune's figure leaped into the air like an arrow released from a bow, drawing a clean arc under the sunlight.

The audience erupted in uproar.

"He's flying?! I'd completely forgotten he had that move!"

"What kind of skill is that? Come down and fight if you dare!"

"Despicable! If you can't beat them, you resort to heaven! What kind of crooked trick is that!"

Accusations and boos came from all directions, and some spectators even threw their empty cups into the air, but they couldn't reach Kitahara Tsune's height at all.

Cyrus looked up at the sky and was suddenly startled.

During Kitahara Tsune's previous fight with Evan Thorpe, he kept his eyes closed the entire time and had no idea that Kitahara Tsune could "fly".

He had fought in the arena for many years and had faced countless opponents, but he had never encountered an enemy who could move freely in the air.

This ability was beyond the scope of his combat experience.

But he was, after all, a seasoned warrior, and his surprise only lingered on his face for less than half a second.

He immediately held his greatsword horizontally in front of him, covering it with a dense layer of Armament Haki, ready for battle.

Kitahara Tsune, positioned high above, swung his right leg sharply.

"Storm Kick"

A sharp blade of air shot out from the leg, tearing through the air in a crescent shape, and slashed straight down at Cyrus.

Cyrus's pupils contracted slightly, and with a swing of his greatsword, he forcefully blocked the attack.

The sound of metal clashing was sharp and piercing; his arm trembled slightly, but his body remained motionless.

"Clang clang! Kitahara Tsuneo unleashed several gusts of wind, and the air blades poured down like a torrential rain."

Cyrus wielded his greatsword, precisely parrying every attack.

Sparks flew and rocks flew everywhere. The ground beneath Cyrus's feet cracked, but he remained firmly in place, like an unshakeable mountain.

However, just as Cyrus was concentrating on defending against the aerial storm kick, Kitahara Tsune's figure suddenly disappeared.

Before the audience could even gasp in surprise, a white figure swooped down from the sky like a shooting star.

Kitahara Tsune clenched his right fist, which was covered with jet-black Armament Haki, making the entire fist seem to be forged from steel.

He used the acceleration of his fall to concentrate all his strength into this punch.

Cyrus suddenly looked up, but it was too late to dodge.

He only had time to hold the greatsword in front of him.

"Boom!" He slammed a punch into the blade of the greatsword.

The enormous impact erupted like a landslide.

Cyrus felt a numbness in his arms, and his greatsword nearly flew out of his hands.

His feet dug two deep furrows in the ground, and he flew backward uncontrollably.

"Bang!"

His back slammed heavily against the arena wall, sending shards of stone flying and leaving a human-shaped dent in the wall.

The audience fell silent for a moment, then erupted in even louder boos.

"Despicable! Utterly despicable!"

"What kind of skill is it to attack from behind!"

"Lord Cyrus! Are you alright?"

Some people angrily waved their fists, some stood up nervously to look at the situation by the wall, and several spectators covered their mouths, their eyes full of worry.

Kitahara Tsune landed back on the ground, dusted off his fists, and remained calm.

As the dust gradually settled, a figure moved in the recess of the wall.

Cyrus struggled to his feet from the rubble.

His movements were noticeably slower than before, a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his left arm trembled slightly, clearly indicating that he had suffered a serious injury from the attack just now.

His armor was covered in cracks, and several pieces of debris fell off with his movements.

But he still stood up.

He gripped the greatsword with both hands, the tip of which pressed against the ground to support his swaying body.

His breathing became heavy, his chest heaving violently, but his eyes remained bright and fixed on Kitahara Tsune.

"I haven't fallen yet."

Cyrus's voice was somewhat hoarse, but his tone conveyed an undeniable firmness.

"Lord Cyrus, stand up!"

"Let him see the true power of the arena!"

Cyrus took a deep breath and swallowed back the metallic taste that was rising in his throat.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, then gripped his greatsword tightly with both hands and charged at Kitahara Tsune once more.

His speed was a little slower than before, but his momentum was even more fierce.

With unwavering resolve, the greatsword slashed fiercely down at Kitahara Tsuneo.

Kitahara Tsune dodged the sword strike to the side, then took a step and floated towards the edge of the arena.

There was a longsword that he had previously nailed into the wall.

He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, easily pulling it out of the wall.

With the long sword in hand, Kitahara Tsune's entire demeanor changed.

If he was a lurking beast before, then he is now a sharp blade unsheathed, its edge fully revealed.

"It's time to end this."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire arena.

Discontent erupted again from the audience.

Anyone can talk big!

"What right does someone who only knows how to use sneak attacks have to say such things!"

"Lord Cyrus hasn't even used his full strength yet!"

Cyrus stopped and looked at the long sword in Kitahara Tsune's hand.

He took a deep breath and nodded.

"Alright, let's settle this with one move."

He knew that, given his current physical condition, the longer he delayed, the worse it would be.

Rather than being slowly worn down, it's better to concentrate all your strength into one strike.

This is the swordsman's dignity, and his last act of defiance.

Cyrus raised the greatsword above his head with both hands.

"Thunder Destruction Sword!"

This is his most powerful move, concentrating all his strength and Armament Haki into a single point, and combining it with the weight and sharpness of the greatsword to unleash a devastating slash.

This sword had once severed the prow of a pirate ship, cleaved a massive rock, and brought him 3000 victories.

Kitahara Tsune watched this scene, and a hint of interest finally appeared in his eyes.

He held the long sword horizontally in front of him.

The next moment, a dense wave of Armament Haki surged into the blade.

Black lines spread from the hilt, quickly covering the entire knife.

This is not just a simple covering; it infuses every inch of the blade with an aura of dominance, temporarily giving an ordinary longsword the hardness and sharpness comparable to a famous sword.

However, the sword was ultimately made of ordinary iron.

A faint "crackling" sound came from the blade, as if something was breaking inside.

Fine cracks emerged from the inside of the blade, spreading out like a spider web.

Once this strike is delivered, the sword will be completely destroyed.

Kitahara Tsune opened his eyes, his gaze calm.

"Itto-ryu·Iai."

There are no fancy move names, and no dazzling special effects.

He simply drew his sword and slashed.

But that blade of light was sharper than ever before.

The two forces collided violently in the center of the arena.

"boom"

The entire arena trembled.

The massive shockwave hurled debris from the arena, sending it flying in all directions like shrapnel.

People in the front rows of the audience screamed and lay down, their ears filled with the whistling wind and deafening roar.

The air was thick with the smoke of gunpowder.

The audience eagerly opened their eyes and looked toward the center of the arena.

Kitahara Tsune remained standing in the same spot.

The longsword in his hand had broken into several pieces, leaving only a bare hilt in his grasp.

His white suit was a little dusty, but he still stood firmly.

A few meters in front of him, Cyrus knelt on one knee, his greatsword planted in the ground, supporting him from falling.

But the greatsword was covered in cracks, as if it would crumble into powder at the slightest touch.

The cracks stretched from the blade all the way to the hilt, making the whole sword look like a shattered piece of porcelain, barely maintaining its shape thanks to the last remaining structure.

Cyrus's hands were completely lacerated at the base of his thumbs, and blood flowed down the sword, dripping onto the rubble.

His arms were trembling, and blood dripped from his fingers onto the ground, staining a small patch of gravel red.

He looked up and glanced at Kitahara Tsuneo.

There was resentment, relief, and a hint of inexplicable respect in his eyes.

Then, his body slowly leaned forward.

"Bang."

Cyrus fell amidst the rubble.

The entire room fell silent.

There were no cheers, no applause, and not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

All the spectators stared blankly at Cyrus lying on the ground, as if they had not yet recovered from the shock they had just experienced.

The legendary 3000-game winning streak and the undefeated myth of the Dressrosa Arena have come to an end.