The power born from this fighting style and stance is, at its core, the "inheritance" hidden within the Mythical Zoan Devil Fruits.

And this "inheritance" is something no other type of Devil Fruit possesses.

Because of that, as Mythical Zoan users continue to evolve their abilities, they gain deeper control over this legacy power. Their combat style, posture, and techniques gradually align with the traits of the corresponding "mythical beast," until they completely master the ultimate power of these legendary creatures.

That's also why…

While ordinary Zoan Devil Fruits might be replicable through artificial means—something government scientists have already made initial progress on—Mythical Zoan Devil Fruits can never be copied.

Because the will of a "mythical beast" can only exist once!

Unlike Kaidou's "Azure Dragon," with its overwhelming dominance and brute force…

His Frostshadow Silver Wolf was born with the ability to manipulate cold and frost, drawing strength from the shadows. Its attacks mirrored the elegance and lethality of a silver wolf—silent, graceful, and fatal.

It was clearly a one-of-a-kind ability.

Yet the man before him had managed to learn it through imitation—no, even rapidly convert it into actual combat power...

If he hadn't witnessed it himself, Michael-sama wouldn't have believed such terrifying talent was real.

As one of the highest-ranking Celestial Dragons, he had received the finest elite education from a young age. His position as the leader of the God's Knights gave him access to the topmost intelligence and secrets of this vast sea.

He'd seen it all—geniuses, monsters—but never a lunatic like Daren.

"Is this the result of pushing your body past its limits?"

Saint Michael narrowed his eyes at Daren. Wisps of cold air, visible to the naked eye, began to form in his hand and spread along the blade of his Western sword, condensing into frost so intense it nearly froze the surrounding air.

And suddenly, it all made sense—why this man roamed the seas, challenging the strongest without fear, addicted to the thrill of battle.

"But no matter how much you mimic it, it's nothing more than a poor imitation."

Saint Michael raised his head slightly. Though looking straight ahead, his gaze carried the weight of someone looking down.

"Every mythical creature is a unique existence—one that tolerates no provocation.

"Let me show you... the true power of the Frostshadow Silver Wolf!"

As the words fell, Michael leaned forward slightly, knees bending, and the silver-white fur on his body began to grow again—longer and softer—drifting through the air like pale flames.

The silver wolf's eyes turned blood-red. A ring of black flame clouds coiled around his wild, defiant neck.

The deep, shadowy cloud contrasted sharply with his pale mane, releasing a mysterious and chilling aura.

"Oh? You've already awakened… no wonder you had the guts to stay and fight."

Seeing Michael's transformation, Daren raised his eyebrows, a gleam of interest in his smile.

The awakening of a Zoan greatly enhances close-combat capability, granting near-endless stamina and unbelievable regeneration—making them perfect for prolonged battles.

He flicked blood off his hand and grinned viciously.

"Then let's see if you're like the Five Elders... are you immortal too?"

As the last word fell...

Their eyes locked across the void. Sparks seemed to erupt in the air between them.

Boom!

Boom!

Like thunder crashing down, the ground beneath their feet exploded into a massive crater. Using the force of the blast, the two of them launched forward like roaring beasts.

Pale silver wolf's mane. Black demonic skin.

Black storm clouds. Screaming Lightning Armor.

Michael and Daren became two blurs—white and black—slicing through the air, closing the distance in an instant.

And then—just a breath away—they struck!

The frost-coated Western sword turned into a silver streak, while the lightning-wreathed black iron fist tore through the air like a falling meteor…

Clash!

"Shadow Bite!"

"Thunderfall!"

Clang!

BOOM!!

A thunderous shockwave erupted, instantly tearing the island's ground into countless cracks—earth and mountains quaking!

Along the coast, rocks and trees were ripped from the earth by the violent blast and hurled skyward.

Thunder and lightning lit the sky as bolts crisscrossed the heavens.

After just a moment of deadlock, the two launched a ferocious offensive!

The Western sword sliced through skin—blood spraying.

Dragon claws tore fur—silver-white strands flying everywhere.

Their figures—one black, one white—became a blur in the storm, clashing wildly, completely abandoning defense or evasion. Like beasts blinded by bloodlust, they bared their savage fangs!

Each impact sent tremors through the land.

The island shuddered beneath the shockwaves. The ocean roared, sending waves hundreds of meters high surging. Under the collision of their Conqueror's Haki, the sky itself seemed to collapse.

Hiss!

Hiss!

Two sprays of blood mist burst into the storm. Both figures recoiled, pulling back.

But in the very next instant...

Michael and Daren both forced their trembling bodies to halt.

Michael opened his maw, filled with sharp fangs, and unleashed a blast of white freezing light.

Daren flicked his fingers. As a coin spun into the air, magnetic energy surged—and an orange-red electromagnetic cannon roared forth.

"Frost Breath!"

"Super Railgun!"

Boom!

The freezing beam and the electromagnetic blast collided at the center—then erupted.

A massive fireball burst out, scorching everything in its path and completely engulfing the two figures.

...

Less than half a second later, both were blasted backward from the explosion, their feet skidding across the ground for hundreds of meters before they finally came to a halt.

Thick black smoke billowed. Daren and Saint Michael locked eyes through the warped wall of fire, both gasping for breath.

Their appearances were wretched, as if they'd been dragged out of a vat of dye.

But Saint Michael suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"Whether it's Douglas Bullet's 'Devil Form' or Kaidou's lightning-induced body activation technique, both require sustained Haki to maintain and release..."

"And you're not even a Mythical Zoan. Forcing yourself to use techniques only a Mythical Zoan can handle... the strain and cost on your body is beyond measure."

"You… can't beat me!"

As his words fell, the black flames swirling around Saint Michael flared violently!

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