Onepiece: I Am Aizen, The Strongest Admiral

"It's really underestimated," Aizen muttered, stepping back with a cold, disdainful smile. His blade, still glowing with faint blue light, hummed with latent power.

Golden Lion's smirk faltered as his gaze locked on Aizen, scrutinizing him for any trace of weakness. "Not bad, kid. But don't think you're on my level just because you've got a fancy sword slash."

Aizen didn't respond with words. Instead, the blue energy surged through his blade once more, and another crescent-shaped slash erupted forward. The blade's power carved through the air with terrifying speed, heading directly toward Golden Lion.

Golden Lion's eyes widened as the radiant arc filled his vision. **This kid's slashes... they're unlike anything I've seen!**

With a guttural snarl, he twisted his body at the last second. The energy wave barely missed him but tore a deep gash in his golden robe and left thin streaks of blood across his torso.

The crescent-shaped energy continued its path, crashing into a pirate ship behind him.

**BOOM!**

The ship split cleanly in two as though it were paper, the explosive force sending wooden debris flying into the sea. The shockwaves rippled outward, creating massive waves that rocked the remaining pirate vessels.

On the shattered deck, chaos unfolded. Pirates screamed as they were thrown into the turbulent waters. Blood painted the waves as bodies were tossed like ragdolls. Those who survived the slash could only watch in horror as the aftermath devoured their comrades.

The once-arrogant murmurs of Golden Lion's crew turned to panicked whispers.

"Even the boss couldn't fully block it..." one pirate stammered, clutching his trembling weapon.

"This isn't normal... How can a Vice Admiral have this kind of strength?"

Their eyes flickered between Aizen, whose white coat fluttered in the sea breeze, and Golden Lion, who, despite his resilience, bore the marks of battle.

Golden Lion, however, laughed—a chilling, guttural laugh. Blood dripped down his chest, but his golden mane framed a face of pure madness.

"Not bad, brat. You've got teeth. But let me teach you something: being on the same level doesn't make us equals!" His voice roared across the battlefield, thick with unrestrained bloodlust.

With a flick of his hand, the ruined halves of the pirate ship floated into the air, defying gravity. Splintered wood, shattered beams, and even unconscious crew members rose with it, spinning chaotically.

The fragments swirled around Golden Lion, forming a chaotic cyclone of destruction. His golden eyes burned with unhinged rage. "If Garp were here, I'd kill him too! You're all the same—just dogs of the World Government!"

Aizen observed the scene, his expression unreadable. Despite the carnage, he maintained an aura of calm, his Reiatsu subtly rippling around him like a vast ocean.

"Desperate measures, Golden Lion? Or is this just the extent of your so-called power?" Aizen's voice was soft, almost mocking.

Golden Lion's grin widened. "Big words for a dead man. Let's see how long you keep talking when your bones are dust!"

With a guttural roar, he hurled the spinning mass of debris at Aizen. The makeshift weapon surged forward with terrifying momentum, its shadow darkening the sea.

Aizen raised his blade calmly, the faint shimmer of Kyōka Suigetsu reflecting in his narrowed eyes.

"Let's end the warm-up," he murmured, stepping forward, his figure vanishing into a blur.

In the face of Golden Lion's overwhelming chaos, the battle between a legend and a rising force had only just begun.