"Seems we've arrived at a rather awkward mont."
Saint Figarland's expression darkened as he looked at the sight before him—
Roldygripping Sakazuki's wrist.
He had long heard the rumors.
Roldyhad once been a Marine.
Well-liked within the ranks.
Monkey D. Garp and Zephyr had been his teachers.
Two of the three Marine Admirals were his forr comrades.
He had even served as Vice Chief Instructor of the Marine Recruit Training Camp.
So that was it.
Figarland's hand settled on the hilt of his sword.
Even during the era of the Rocks Pirates, he had already been an Admiral-tier powerhouse.
Now—
He was far stronger.
His gaze locked onto Roldywith open hostility.
From the corner of his eye, he also monitored Garp and the two Admirals.
Sakazuki imdiately realized there had been a misunderstanding.
He tried to pull his arm free—
But Roldytightened his grip maliciously.
The massive hand clamped down like iron.
Sakazuki even braced his foot against Roldi's palm to wrench himself loose—
But fell just short.
Cold sweat ford on his forehead.
"This is a misunderstanding!"
Sakazuki snapped.
Figarland ignored him.
His Observation Haki locked fully onto Roldi.
And Roldydid the sa.
The battle hunger in his heart drowned out everything else.
His bloodlust roared.
An old rival stood before him again.
The grudges of the past could finally be settled.
So—
Fight.
"I didn't expect that in less than ten years, you would grow into the man replacing Rocks," Figarland said coldly. "Slaughtering Celestial Dragons before the eyes of the world. Boy… I hope you've decided how you want to die."
Behind him, the mbers of the Holy Knights drew their blades.
One by one—
Non-human traits manifested.
Silver fur.
Wings.
Horns.
Scaled limbs.
The elite squad of more than a dozen Holy Knights—
All Mythical Zoan users.
"Gahahaha! Death isn't part of my plan!" Roldylaughed wildly. "I was wondering why Mythical Zoans are so rare on the seas. Turns out you pigs gobbled them all up."
He grinned, teeth bared.
"Mythical Zoans… should be pretty tough, right?"
Without warning, Roldyhurled Sakazuki toward Garp and Borsalino.
Then—
He vanished.
A blur of motion.
His right fist surged with condensed Conqueror's Haki.
Both Mink Bloodline Awakening and Giant Bloodline Awakening activated simultaneously.
His body expanded to over ten ters tall—
A humanoid calamity.
The punch fell.
Unstoppable.
Figarland's face remained disdainful.
Yes, the boy had grown stronger.
But he too possessed pride as a veteran of the seas.
"You think you can just charge at like that? Who do you think I am?!"
He roared.
Silver-white fur covered his body.
Black fla-like smoke curled around his shoulders.
Inu Inu no Mi, Model: Frostmoon Howling Wolf — Hybrid Form.
His rapier blazed with Conqueror's Haki.
Sword and fist collided.
The shockwave alone forced the surrounding Holy Knights—each comparable to elite Marine Headquarters Vice Admirals—back several steps.
But then—
The impossible happened.
"This power—how is that possible?!"
Figarland's pupils shrank.
The force traveling through his blade was monstrous.
The boy who once barely matched him—
Had reached this level?
Only because he had defended with full power did he avoid being blown away instantly.
"Interesting."
Roldylicked his lips.
He looked like a demon.
Saliva gathered between sharpened teeth.
The predator in him awakened.
He wanted this prey.
"Moa Moa: Sixty-Sixfold Amplification!"
"Fist of Love — Fortress-Shattering Cannon!"
The power multiplied sixty-six tis in an instant.
Fluid.
Seamless.
Figarland's blade was knocked aside.
The punch followed through toward his head.
Under Future Sight, Roldyhad already mapped out Figarland's evasive trajectory.
Escape was futile.
Then—
Roldyglimpsed fifteen seconds into the future.
He clicked his tongue.
The punch landed.
Figarland's skull compressed violently.
His cervical spine snapped.
His head was driven grotesquely into his torso.
The sight was horrific.
By all appearances—
He was dead.
The battlefield flipped in a heartbeat.
The Holy Knights behind him froze in terror.
Since when was their Commander this weak?
No—
It wasn't weakness.
This pirate was simply monstrous.
Garp, Sakazuki, and Borsalino watched in silence.
There was such a thing as excessive arrogance.
The three of them together could barely withstand Roldi's blows—and had been injured for it.
A third of the island was gone.
And Figarland—
A swordsman—
Had tried to contest Roldyin raw power?
Madness.
"Co on," Roldybeckoned with a finger toward the remaining Holy Knights. "All of you."
The normally haughty Holy Knights instinctively stepped back.
Until one—clearly stronger than the rest—stepped forward.
"What are you afraid of? We possess the power granted by the gods! Together! We can exhaust him!"
That snapped them out of it.
They were elite Celestial Dragons.
They did not die.
"Oh? All of you have that ability?"
Roldyraised an eyebrow.
The World Governnt truly was extravagant.
So many immortals.
Annoying.
He scratched his chin.
Then grinned.
"Thinking too much is annoying."
"If I beat you faster than you can regenerate… that solves it, right?"
When power reaches a certain level—
The brain relaxes.
Yes.
As the saying goes:
My super wisdom tells to use my super strength.
Like a tyrannosaur unleashed among livestock—
Roldytore through them.
Even with awakened Mythical Zoans, their Haki struggled to pierce his defense.
The wounds they managed to inflict closed without dical aid.
The cost?
Their lives.
Even immortality had limits.
Pain was still pain.
Watching another comrade ripped in half—
Lower body twitching.
Upper body crawling forward, screaming—
The pampered Celestial Dragons trembled.
They were not warriors forged in oceans of blood.
They were afraid.
Then soone rembered—
They weren't alone.
"Marines! What are you doing?! Help us!"
Garp sighed.
Watching had been interesting.
But letting Roldymassacre them indefinitely wasn't viable.
The three reentered the battlefield.
With three Admiral-tier fighters joining—
The Holy Knights' pressure eased.
The mont "death" began, their regeneration had already started.
Figarland took nearly a full minute to restore himself.
When he rose—
His face was pale.
Part exhaustion.
Part horror.
Then—
He blinked.
Wait.
That one—
Why was soone's head lodged in another's backside?
Oh.
Right.
Mythical Zoan—
Uma Uma no Mi, Model: Unicorn.
…That explained it.
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