Frost breath?

Or a freezing beam?

Daren reached up and touched the lingering chill on his neck. Glancing at the silver-furred werewolf exhaling icy mist, he sighed with exaggerated helplessness.

"Sometimes I think you Mythical Zoan types are just too much. Not only do you have combat capabilities that outclass regular Zoans, but you also come packed with all sorts of ridiculous abilities."

"I mean, I already thought Kaidou was insane—controlling lightning, whipping up wind blades, breathing fire—but now you're shooting ice beams too?"

He shook his head and glanced at the frozen ground and sea.

"You guys make other Zoans—and even Logia—look like garbage."

Saint Michael let out a cold laugh.

"Mythical Zoan are a truly special class."

"Far rarer than Logia. The creatures they're based on exist only in ancient myths and legends."

He raised his right hand. The sharp wolf claws gleamed with a freezing light, visible tendrils of frost curling from them and dissipating into the air.

"This isn't something your low-tier Paramecia fruit could ever compare to."

"The Jiki Jiki no Mi… using magnetism to control metal over a wide area. A Devil Fruit like that is only good for clearing out fodder or threatening surface-level power structures—just like your so-called North Blue Fleet. It's nothing more than an external tool—flashy, hollow, and utterly useless. The kind of thing that only serves your pathetic vanity."

"Abilities like that are meaningless in true high-level combat."

"A truly powerful Devil Fruit shouldn't just act as an external power-up—it should strengthen the user themselves."

At first, Daren was ready to scoff and hurl back some insults. But when he heard that final line, he froze for a beat. Something flickered—an elusive spark—in the back of his mind.

A truly powerful Devil Fruit… should reinforce the self?

Reinforcement… of the self...

It felt like he was on the verge of a breakthrough—but Michael's next words snapped him out of it, and the thought was gone.

"Mythical Zoan… is the pinnacle of Devil Fruit abilities!"

Boom!

With an explosive burst from his powerful legs, Saint Michael shot forward. Boosted by the unique strength and agility of a Mythical Zoan, the silver werewolf moved at blinding speed.

Daren's eyes narrowed as a crushing pressure surged toward him.

This guy's speed—easily on par with Kaidou's Raimei Hakke.

But the approach was completely different. Where Kaidou exploded forward through pure force and lightning-enhanced muscle activation, this wasn't about brute strength—it was a refined technique that pushed the Mythical Zoan's agility to its absolute limit!

Light, graceful, silent—like a lone wolf emerging from the shadows to strike its prey. Lethal without warning.

Clang!!

Daren's dragon claw screeched as it caught the near-silent sword slash in midair.

Sparks flew. But midair, the werewolf abruptly ignored the clash's recoil. With a bizarre, twisting motion, he swiped again.

Shhk!

A threadlike bolt of black and red lightning slashed through the air, slicing into Daren's chest. It tore through his skin—ripping open several bloody gashes, even breaching the defenses of his "Indestructible Body" in Devil form.

Hot blood spilled from the wounds—only to instantly freeze where it touched the claw's lingering frost.

A bitter chill seeped into the torn flesh, threatening to invade deeper, gnawing toward the core of his body.

Daren staggered slightly, his expression flickering with genuine surprise.

A human body… could move and react like that?

But in the next breath, his eyes lit up with fire.

A human body… could move and react like that.

In that brief pause, Daren suddenly let out a feral grin. He slammed his right foot into the ground and spun.

Mimicking the werewolf's movement from moments earlier, he twisted with explosive force—his left leg snapping out like an iron whip, wreathed in black and red lightning. It tore through the air and crashed straight toward Michael's midsection.

Boom!!

The ground split apart under the force of the impact. The shockwave thundered out like a landslide, fracturing the earth and blowing open a deep crater.

The clouds above, just beginning to regroup, were shattered again by the surge of thunder.

Michael managed to block the kick with a raised knee—but Daren's eyes gleamed, as if he'd just discovered a secret.

He leaned in—then drove his knee forward, straight into the follow-up.

"You!"

Saint Michael's pupils shrank as shock flickered across his face.

This guy… he was picking up the Frostshadow Silver Wolf's combat technique at an incredible speed!?

Bang!

Daren's knee slammed hard into Michael's chest with a deep, echoing thud.

A burst of shockwave exploded out from Michael's back, rippling through the air in a wide white ring.

The Frostshadow Silver Wolf was sent flying backward, carving a deep trench across the ground that stretched for hundreds of meters before finally grinding to a stop.

A trickle of blood slid from the corner of Michael's lips.

"That kick felt nice, didn't it?"

Daren grinned as he calmly reached into the wound on his chest, digging his fingers into the gash and tearing out the embedded ice crystal, pulling loose a chunk of frostbitten flesh along with it without flinching.

Michael wiped the blood from his mouth, eyes narrowing coldly.

"Not just your speed—your body, strength, and Haki are all stronger than when you fought in the World Noble Hunting Tournament."

"That red-haired brat from the Figarland family wasn't wrong. You're a real problem."

"No wonder even those five old men took a serious hit from you… If you keep growing at this pace, it won't be long before you step into that final realm."

A flicker of unease passed through the Silver Wolf's vertical pupils.

This guy's ability to learn was downright monstrous—especially that terrifying talent for mimicking what he saw and immediately converting it into combat strength.

It had to be understood—Mythical Zoan were completely different from all other classes of Devil Fruit.

They carried the will of legendary and even divine beasts. As a user further developed the fruit's abilities, they could even draw out deeper powers from that very "will."

And each "mythical beast" had its own unique combat style.

Take Kaidou's "Azure Dragon" form, for example—soaring through the clouds, electrifying his own body to stimulate heightened activity, and crushing all beneath him with a savage, overwhelming, tyrannical force. That ruthless style was something only the "Azure Dragon" possessed by nature.

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