93: Chapter 93 Fatal Blow, Lin Han Makes His Move

The sharp sound of a blade piercing through the air abruptly shattered the dead silence of the canyon.

Mr.1's entire arm instantly transformed into a long sword gleaming with a cold light.

The blade was condensed to the extreme, carrying the terrifying momentum of tearing the air apart, and slashed straight toward Smoker's neck.

This slash was unimaginably fast, with a tricky, unbeatable angle, and the timing was grasped with extreme viciousness.

It happened to be the fatal vulnerability window when Smoker had just been forced back by Miss Doublefinger's thorny spikes, where his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had yet to be born.

In his haste, Smoker's pupils abruptly shrank.

The biting, bone-chilling blade aura was already pressed against the skin of his neck, and a cold, heavy killing intent crept up his spine, instantly permeating his entire body.

Subconsciously, he activated his smoke ability, wanting to initiate Logia elementalization to evade the fatal damage.

But it was too late.

Mr.1's slashing speed had already broken through the limit, so fast that it didn't give any gap for the Logia ability to be deployed at all.

An extreme sense of powerlessness instantly enveloped his heart, and Smoker's heart sank to rock bottom in an instant.

It's over.

In this instant, he had already anticipated the outcome of his heavy defeat and injury.

Right at this split second of life or death.

A slender, translucent pale-white chill, like a silver thread condensed out of thin air, shot rapidly from the upper slope of the canyon.

It struck with absolute precision against Mr.1's arm that had transformed into a long sword.

A crisp, freezing sound suddenly exploded.

A thin layer of frost instantly adhered to the surface of Mr.1's blade-arm.

Although the ice layer was not thick, it carried an extreme chill that pierced through skin and flesh, forcibly constraining his muscles and movements.

The extremely fierce slash abruptly stagnated, and the violent blade momentum was instantly forced off course.

The sharp blade whistled past Smoker's shoulder, cutting off a few strands of snow-white hair.

The fierce blade wind made his skin ache, leaving a faint pale-cold trajectory in the air.

The life-and-death crisis vanished in a flash.

Seizing this fleeting chance of survival, Smoker's figure suddenly blasted back several steps, completely widening the distance between him and Mr.1.

His chest heaved violently, his heart pounded endlessly, his back was long since soaked in cold sweat, and his temples were covered in fine beads of cold sweat.

The lingering terror of surviving a catastrophe still firmly gripped his mind.

He abruptly turned his head, staring dead ahead in the direction the chill came from, his eyes filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

Mr.1 also withdrew his forward momentum, lowering his head to stare at the thin frost on his arm, his brows furrowing tightly.

He flicked his hand gently, shattering the fine ice chips on the surface, but the bone-chilling cold still lingered deep within his flesh and blood, refusing to disperse for a long time.

The moment he raised his eyes, his originally cold and waveless gaze abruptly turned sharp, locking firmly onto the front.

Miss Doublefinger simultaneously stopped her offensive, the sharp thorns condensing at her fingertips slowly receding, her whole body tense as she scanned her surroundings with high vigilance.

All the agents of Baroque Works present stopped their actions entirely.

All gazes converged in unison onto the sand dune on one side of the canyon.

At the top of the sand dune where the wind and sand lightly blew, a Marine figure slowly and leisurely walked out.

His posture was casual, his steps relaxed, completely lacking any sense of tension from intervening in a life-or-death battle.

It was as if he were simply taking a stroll in the desert out of sheer boredom.

What was most preposterous was that he was still holding a cup of clear tea emitting warm steam in his hand.

The uninhabited canyon gobi desert was somehow made by him to feel as leisurely as sipping tea in a courtyard.

The newcomer was none other than Lin Han.

Kuina closely followed half a step behind him, her palm firmly pressing against the hilt of wado ichimonji, her eyes sharp as she calmly scanned all the enemies in the area.

Her breathing was steady, her figure as stable as a boulder, ready to draw her blade and start a battle at any moment.

Lin Han walked slowly to the edge of the sand dune, looking down condescendingly at the chaotic aftermath of the battle in the canyon.

His gaze swept indifferently over the disheveled and panting Smoker, his face deliberately putting on an expression of just-right astonishment.

"Oh my, isn't this Colonel Smoker? How did you end up in such a sorry state?"

As the light, breezy voice fell from above the sand dune, Smoker froze completely in place.

He opened his mouth, his throat tightening, his mind in complete chaos, unable to figure out how to react for a moment.

That life-saving chill just now was actually unleashed by Lin Han.

That Rear Admiral from the East Blue whom he had mocked multiple times, concluding that he could only hide in the rear as a babysitter with zero combat capability.

Had actually stepped in with precise action during that certain-death desperate situation just now to save his life.

This completely defied common sense.

Having experienced it firsthand, he knew all too well the speed, power, and trickiness of Mr.1's slash just now.

Even if it were himself, trying his absolute best might not have allowed him to evade it calmly.

Yet Lin Han, across such a long distance, casually sent out a chill that accurately hit the critical spot, forcibly deflecting the fatal blow.

This extreme precision control, timing prediction, and long-range crowd control ability were simply not the level a normal Rear Admiral should possess.

Mr.1's gaze locked tightly onto Lin Han on the sand dune, looking him up and down carefully before his deep, icy voice slowly sounded, carrying a hint of scrutiny and wariness.

"You are Lin Han of the East Blue 18th Branch."

Lin Han lowered his eyes to look at the man below, the corners of his mouth curling into a casual, faint smile.

"Oh, I didn't expect to have such a reputation that even an expert from Baroque Works knows me."

Mr.1 completely ignored his banter, the chill in the depths of his eyes growing increasingly biting, his tone carrying a strong warning implication.

"This is a grievance between us and Smoker. Rear Admiral Lin Han, you'd better not poke your nose into other people's business."

Rear Admiral Lin Han picked up his teacup, took a gentle sip of the hot tea, and spoke slowly in a relaxed and nonchalant tone.

"As for poking my nose into things, I actually don't want to get involved either."

"But Colonel Smoker is a Marine colleague after all. If I were to watch him get killed on the spot by you guys, it really wouldn't be easy to explain to headquarters when I get back. How about doing me a favor, let's call it a day, shelve our grievances for now, and decide the outcome another day."

The hostility in the depths of Mr.1's eyes suddenly surged, and his gaze instantly turned extremely dangerous.

The muscles in his arms rippled slightly, and his palms instantly transformed into two slender, sharp long swords, their biting cold light shining brilliantly under the sunlight, assaulting him with an aura of slaughter.

"What if I disagree?"

Lin Han gently put down the teacup in his hand and let out a helpless sigh.

"Then there's nothing we can do."

He turned his head sideways, looked at Kuina beside him, and arranged casually in a casual tone.

"Kuina, leave those ordinary agents for you to handle. Leave these two senior agents for me to deal with."

Kuina nodded heavily and instantly drew her blade from its scabbard.

A cold blade flash swept past, with the edge of wado ichimonji condensing a faint cold gleam, and her voice was crisp and decisive.

"Understood, Master."

Before her words fell, her figure had already transformed into a swift white shadow, abruptly charging down toward the crowd of ordinary Baroque Works agents below.

Her movements were crisp and fierce, without the slightest hesitation.

Lin Han lifted his foot and slowly walked down from the top of the sand dune.

His steps remained casual, and his posture remained relaxed.

Facing two notorious senior assassins of Baroque Works, he showed not the slightest bit of tension or guard.

It was as if he were not heading into a life-and-death battle, but merely taking a leisurely stroll for casual amusement.

In the center of the canyon, Smoker stood quietly in place, looking at that calm, slowly approaching back, a mix of complex emotions swirling deep within his heart.

Shock, doubt, bewilderment, and complex emotions intertwined and coiled together.

Just what kind of terrifying trump card was hidden by this Rear Admiral from the East Blue whom he had despised, questioned, and looked down upon from start to finish?

Before long, Kuina returned, having knocked down all those ordinary agents with a single move, Thousand-Fold Frost Slash