My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire！ - Chapter 838 - 837

In a world where strength reigns supreme, Leon Xian was nothing but a cripple, mocked and humiliated by his peers. Betrayed, abandoned, and cast aside—his fate seemed sealed.Until he awakened the Limitless Copy System.Steal any talent. Copy any technique. Master any power.With a single touch, he rises from the depths of mediocrity to stand above geniuses. The arrogant elites who once looked down on him? He crushes them with their own techniques. The noble beauty who broke off their engagement? Now, she regrets it.From a sect’s laughingstock to an unstoppable force, Leon’s journey has just begun. Enemies will kneel, beauties will fall, and legends will be rewritten.Watch as the trash becomes invincible!

Pirate World, Before the Summit War.Sengoku: “In this war, the advantage is ours!”Vice Admiral Tsuru: “Can we really win?”Sengoku: “We will win.”As the Summit War begins, chaos erupts on the battlefield.Above Marineford.Suddenly, Will appears in the sky with his crew, overlooking the entire battlefield.Sengoku: “What exactly are you here for? Are you planning to help Whitebeard?”“Don’t misunderstand.”Will scans the battlefield, his gaze sweeping over the powerful figures present. A hint of excitement lingers in his tone.“I’m only here for one reason—to kill all of you. That’s it.”Sabaody Archipelago.Will watches the Celestial Dragons strutting arrogantly through the streets, their eyes filled with disdain for the world. He can’t help but frown.“These are no ordinary Celestial Dragons… This calls for a heavy punch!”...Without hesitation, he throws a devastating punch, obliterating a Celestial Dragon on the spot, crushing the surrounding Marines and CP agents with overwhelming force.The survivors turn to a trembling communications officer clutching a Den Den Mushi and scream in terror:“Hurry! Notify Marine Headquarters! Call for an Admiral!”

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.

I saved the Warrior who used to ignore and bully me and now she is obsessed with me.