One was the former King of the Drum Kingdom, a figure bristling with various weapons like a hedgehog and possessing a stature comparable to a giant.
The other was a bespectacled man clad in black robes, holding a longsword, his expression calm and composed.
Two individuals with a massive disparity in size faced off silently within the somewhat empty armory.
"You guy..." Wapol eyed the knight's sword in Sherlock's hand with a degree of apprehension. Being pointed at by this somewhat peculiar longsword gave him an inexplicable stinging sensation, as if his entire body were being ravaged by sharp spikes. It was extremely uncomfortable.
"Go to hell!"
Finally, Wapol, unable to endure it any longer, lost his patience. With a loud roar, the cannons on his body fired in unison. Amidst the deafening thunder of artillery, countless shells whistled through the air, shooting toward Sherlock and his longsword.
After devouring an entire armory of cannons, Wapol's individual combat capability was now comparable to a fully equipped Marine fleet.
Unfortunately, this was of little use before the Demon Sorcerer who could dismantle a Marine branch base with his bare hands. After all, in the face of the "Mirror Reflection"—an ability so powerful it defied logic—these shells served only to increase Sherlock's damage output.
However, this time, Sherlock did not use Mirror Reflection as he usually did. Instead, he gently waved the knight's sword in his hand. The silver-white blade vibrated slightly, emitting a soft hum.
Then, in an instant, Sherlock slashed forward dozens of times. The movements were so swift like the wind that they created afterimages, sending overwhelming moon-white slashes shooting out to meet the incoming shells.
If a veteran swordsman like Zoro were present, he would certainly have noticed the peculiarity in Sherlock's sword-swinging movements just now.
It wasn't so much that Sherlock was swinging the knight's sword with his hand, but rather that the automatically swinging knight's sword was dragging Sherlock's hand along with it.
Boom!
Accompanied by deafening explosions, fire radiated in all directions, and smoke filled the air. The powerful shockwaves generated by the blasts created strong winds that blew the hem of Sherlock's black robe, giving him an exceptionally dashing appearance.
"How... how is this possible! Are you actually a master swordsman?!" Wapol's expression was incredibly ugly. He truly hadn't expected the Demon Sorcerer to stop the sky-filling barrage of shells with just a single knight's longsword!
"I am not." Sherlock pushed up his glasses with a look of indifference, the tip of the longsword in his hand pointing diagonally downward.
"I actually know nothing about swordsmanship." As he spoke, Sherlock flicked his wrist lightly. The bright silver blade reflected a soul-shaking glint, causing Wapol's massive frame to involuntarily take a step back.
"Damn it! I'm definitely going to eat your broken sword!" perhaps feeling that his reaction just now was a bit undignified, Wapol roared with a darkened face. Two streams of gunpowder-scented black smoke sprayed from his nostrils. Subsequently, the shape of his right hand twisted and distorted, actually transforming into a gigantic blade over twenty meters long.
—Wapol Ship-Cutter!
(This guy's Devil Fruit ability is truly magical. Not only can he eat anything, but he can also fuse the things he eats with his own body.)
Sherlock lamented inwardly. As expected of the Grand Line; it had only been a few days, yet he had already encountered so many Devil Fruit users. Back in the East Blue, the only one Sherlock knew was Smoker of the Smoke-Smoke Fruit.
"I am the King of the Drum Kingdom!!" Wapol brandished his Ship-Cutter and clamored at the astonished Demon Sorcerer, "This is a sharp blade that can slice a warship in two with a single strike! How could that small knife of yours possibly defeat me?"
"Small knife?" Sherlock's eyes narrowed slightly. Then, he released his grip on the hilt. The silver-white knight's longsword immediately acted like a pet breaking free from its leash, nimbly swimming through the air around the Demon Sorcerer's body.
In truth, telekinetic manipulation was the correct way to use a mirror weapon; holding it by hand earlier was purely due to Sherlock's curiosity.
With a thought from Sherlock, the blade trembled. Then, with a piercing whistle of breaking air, the knight's sword transformed into a streak of silver light, shooting straight toward Wapol's Ship-Cutter.
"Whose knife did you say was small?"
—Magic Mirror: Gigantification!
As if magnified by a magnifying glass, the knight's longsword, wrapped in a biting sword aura, instantly swelled more than ten times in size. Carrying an even more astonishing momentum, it slashed viciously toward the stunned Wapol. The latter hurriedly tried to block with his Ship-Cutter, but how could that pile of scrap metal possibly withstand a knight's sword that had undergone a five-fold mirror fusion?
The giant knight's sword cut Wapol's proud Ship-Cutter in two without suspense. The cut was smooth as a mirror; it felt like a red-hot iron knife slicing through soap.
The brilliant sword aura, which hadn't diminished in the slightest, illuminated Wapol's terrified face, making it look exceptionally twisted. A fear like never before instantly seized his entire mind; this bastard who ate everything actually felt that he was about to be cut in two.
(Killing this guy with one slash doesn't seem right; he hasn't eaten the Rumble Ball yet...)
Thinking of this, Sherlock shifted his intention. At the instant the giant sword struck Wapol, the blade flipped, slamming the flat of the sword heavily against the body made of piled weapons.
BOOM!! A loud bang rang out.
A ring of shockwaves, almost tangible, scattered from the point of impact. Wapol's massive body was sent flying backward by the immense force. Accompanied by spurting blood and the tooth-aching sound of cracking bones, he smashed ruthlessly into the stone wall of the armory. The hard stone wall was immediately covered in spiderweb-like cracks.
Wapol slid down from the wall and lay on the ground, motionless. Looking at his pitiful state, resembling a dead dog, this guy who ate everything wouldn't be waking up anytime soon.
Having completed its mission, the knight's sword immediately reverted to its original size, flying back with a whoosh to hover around Sherlock.
(Can a mirror image magnified and fused by the Magic Mirror only stay enlarged for a short while?)
Sherlock, feeling somewhat fatigued, looked at the silver-white longsword hovering beside him, lost in thought.
(My mental power has truly improved significantly after that spiritual overdraft. Manipulating a five-fold fused mirror image for the first time was actually this effortless. It seems five-fold mirror fusion is no longer my limit.)
Thinking of this, the Demon Sorcerer's expression changed slightly, and a somewhat insane idea suddenly rose in his heart.
(Since that's the case...)
After pondering for a moment, Sherlock habitually pushed up his glasses. His deep black eyes, usually calm as water, were rarely dyed with a layer of madness.
—Mirror Entity.
A brand-new mirror image of the knight's sword slowly floated in front of Sherlock, aligning side-by-side with the five-fold fused knight's sword.
(...Let me see just where my limit lies!)
—Mirror Fusion!
Following Sherlock's will, the two longswords slowly intertwined. As the degree of fusion deepened, an increasingly intense aura began to radiate from the gradually forming knight's sword.
When the six-fold mirror fusion succeeded, a surging tide of energy spread out from the knight's sword in all directions. The energy was so powerful that the entire space of the armory trembled violently under its influence.
Sherlock's vision went black, and he nearly fainted. He felt as if the vast majority of his energy had been drained by this mirror image of the knight's sword, whose power had ascended to another level.
At this moment, the shape of the six-fold fused knight's sword remained unchanged, but the eerie black energy wrapped around the blade was much denser. The body of the sword seemed coated in a layer of dense mist, appearing quite extraordinary.
The entire sword was trembling uneasily, as if some ancient demon were sealed within it. And with the increasingly violent trembling, streaks of golden light began to slowly emerge on the originally silver-white blade, as if it were wrapped in a raging golden flame, shining so brightly that bystanders wouldn't be able to open their eyes.
(This sword... seems like it's going to explode!)
Sherlock frowned slightly. Although the six-fold mirror fusion was successful, he couldn't use it stably.
(Gather, Compress, Erupt. Among these three steps, a problem occurred during [Compress], resulting in an uncontrollable [Erupt].)
Looking at the increasingly intense and blinding golden light, Sherlock exhaled a breath of turbid air: "Really now, this is the only way. It's just a pity about this beautiful castle..."
After speaking, Sherlock waved his hand forcefully. The glittering golden knight's sword immediately shot out several dazzling golden sword beams. Subsequently, the entire sword transformed into a streak of golden light, shooting toward the top of the armory like a golden comet.
BOOM!! A massive explosion rang out, sending crushed stones flying and smoke billowing.
The entire castle trembled violently. The hard ice on the walls cracked, and thick snow fell like rain.
The golden light, in a state of energy eruption, was nearly indestructible. It effortlessly opened a gigantic "skylight" in the castle, and then that touch of gold shot straight into the sky, like a golden sharp sword piercing the firmament. The frantically venting energy melted the snowflakes drifting around it into rain, which then turned into ice shards, dancing wildly against the sky.
This power—it was truly terrifying!
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