Saint Donquixote Mjosgard

As Luffy and Ace's footsteps echoed, the air pressure in the entire "Social Plaza" instantly collapsed.

The aura emanating from them was like two storms, instantly sweeping across the entire square.

CP0 and the Celestial Dragons' guards instantly became alert, drawing their swords and stepping forward with imposing aura.

"Vice Admiral Garp!!" a CP0 member wearing a white mask roared.

"This is the Holy Land Mary Geoise!! Do you intend to attack the Celestial Dragons Nobles?!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the reporters' pens froze in mid-air, the nobles' lips turned pale, and the entire square fell silent enough that the sound of the wind whistling through the flags could be heard.

But faced with their angry rebukes, Garp simply reached up and picked his nose, pulled out something, flicked it away in disgust, and replied nonchalantly:

"Huh? What did you say? I'm a little hard of hearing, I can't hear you~"

As he spoke, he bit into a Senbei cracker), his teeth making a light, rhythmic crunch.

That nonchalance made CP0 sweat more than any loud reprimand: in this sacred and inviolable place, a Marine Vice Admiral actually ignored the warnings of the Celestial Dragons.

This nonchalant attitude towards authority is itself a highly dangerous form of provocation.

Saint Charlos, however, was completely unaware of the impending danger. Instead, he was terrified by the imposing aura, his face turning red, and he screamed wildly:

"What are you waiting for! What are you standing there for?! Grab them right now!!"

"I am a god!! How dare they be so disrespectful?! I will make them all slaves!!"

He turned around abruptly and roared behind him.

"--Slave No. 3! Charge!!"

"Buzz--!"

A shadow suddenly fell over the square.

A gigantic slave, as large as a building, stepped out from behind Saint Charlos, his chains clanging, and his shadow poured down from behind Charlos like the sky collapsing.

Its massive body crushed the steps, chains clanged in the sunlight, and the scars were like history etched into its flesh; its eyes held only an empty void of being commanded.

It roared and stretched out its towering arms, lunging straight at Shirahoshi!

"Shirahoshi!!" Neptune exclaimed, the Trident already raised—

But the next second, a blur flashed by.

"Smack!"

The air exploded.

Luffy's figure vanished as if pulled by the wind, instantly reappearing in front of Slave No. 3.

His fist was enveloped in a violent airflow, the force of his punch whistling through the air, carrying a speed and explosive power that was impossible to track.

"Fist Bone - Ape King Hammer!!"

"Boom--!"

That punch was like a cannonball, hitting the giant's head directly.

The force of the Impact slammed the giant, taller than the palace, into the ground. The white stone floor cracked and collapsed upon impact, dust rose, and shockwaves spread. The crowd in the square staggered back several steps as if pushed down by an invisible hand.

"Boom--!"

Time seemed to be slowed down: the noise of gravel hitting the stone steps, the metallic clang of chains falling, the screams of people—everything was Cut fragments by the force of that punch.

The crowd erupted instantly, a clamor bursting forth like a flood. "He—he really did it?!"

"The Navy actually dared to attack Celestial Dragons' slaves in the Holy Land?!"

"It's over... it's really all over--!"

Saint Charlos was so frightened by the sight before him that his legs went weak and he collapsed onto the cold white stone ground.

Before the dust storm from that punch had completely dissipated, he was already overwhelmed by fear, his whole body trembling like a leaf, his voice sharp and broken:

"You bastard!! You dare hit my slave?!"

"--Help! Burn him to ashes!! Do you hear me?! Burn him to ashes!!"

The Celestial Dragons guards around them stepped forward, swords and spears raised.

Saint Charlos trembled as he reached for the pistol at his waist, sweat streaming down his greasy face, snot and tears mingling together, making him both comical and pathetic.

However, his hand had not yet fully drawn the ornately decorated gold pistol—

A green-haired figure flashed out from the crowd like Inazuma, wielding a massive Kanabo that slammed down with incredible momentum, as if to shatter the entire world.

"--Bang!!"

A muffled thud, like a thunderbolt striking the skull.

The Shockwave whipped up debris and dust, and a deafening explosion echoed throughout the Holy Land.

Saint Charlos couldn't even let out a complete scream before he was sent flying by that blow!

His greasy face instantly twisted and collapsed, his nose shattered, blood spurted from his seven orifices, and his white teeth flew through the air like scattered seashells.

The massive body, propelled by astonishing momentum, crashed through a carved stone pillar and slammed into a flowerbed, scattering soil, petals, and blood everywhere.

That lofty "god" now lay on the ground like a clump of trampled mud, utterly lifeless.

The square was deathly silent.

Whether it was CP0, Celestial Dragons guards, or the reporters and nobles trembling in the corner, everyone held their breath.

His throat felt like it was stuck, and his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

"Th-that is..." someone managed to squeeze out, but the words were cut off as if someone had been choked.

The dust was still swirling, and the blazing sun shone through the gaps in the broken clouds, illuminating the green figure who had just swung his Kanabo.

Just as everyone thought it was one of the naval officers who had made a move—a deep, calm voice slowly rang out:

"Truly... you've disgraced the Celestial Dragons, Charlos—"

As the dust slowly settled, the "green shadow" who had just swung the Kanabo was revealed to be wearing a platinum robe and a badge symbolizing the "Holy Clan" on his chest.

--He is indeed Celestial Dragons, Saint Donquixote Saint Mjosgard!

He slowly exhaled and casually released the Kanabo.

The enormous weapon crashed to the ground with a dull clang, sending shards of stone flying. Blood trickled down the shaft and dripped onto the pristine white floor.

"Take this piece of trash... away."

He pointed at Saint Charlos's already unconscious, bloodied and mangled body, his tone icy cold.

CP0 and the Celestial Dragons' guards exchanged glances, but no one dared to ask any questions.

Almost reflexively, they immediately laid down their weapons, lowered their guard, and dragged Saint Charlos away along with the broken stone fragments.

They knew perfectly well that if they were to clash head-on with the navy right now, they didn't know whether Saint Charlos would die, but they would certainly die.

Now that a Celestial Dragons of equal status has stepped in to "clean things up," it's already a godsend for a way out.

Soon, the guards dragged Saint Charlos's body away at the far end of the square, leaving only the smell of blood and Scorched Earth in the air.

Saint Mjosgard's gaze swept around and landed on Shirahoshi and Neptune.

At that moment, his expression softened slightly, and a polite but somewhat awkward smile appeared on his lips.

He straightened his appearance, and with the graceful curve of a nobleman's bow, he leaned slightly forward and whispered:

"Long time no see ~ King Neptune."