Big Mom vs. Saint Ju Peter! Soul Power and Spatial Blades

The highlands north of Mary Geoise.

The once impregnable CP0 defensive outpost is now a ruin. The hard rocky ground is covered with rubble, and broken steel supports are stuck crookedly in the ground. A long trench runs across the entire battlefield, cutting from the outer edge of the high ground all the way to the old site of the central artillery emplacement. The heavy emplacement base has been cleanly cut open, the cut is so smooth, as if it had been severed by an invisible blade.

Spatial ripples continuously spread through the air.

Celestial Dragons Saint Shepherd Ju Peter stood in the center of the battlefield, his arms outstretched, straining to create an invisible barrier. Sharp spatial slashes appeared out of thin air, striking Charlotte Linlin from all directions.

Each strike was forcibly deflected by the soul power emanating from the Big Mom. The straight Spatial Blades were twisted into arcs, eventually tearing into countless fragments that dissipated in mid-air.

The Homies Army suffered heavy casualties.

A dozen warriors formed from souls were cleaved in half by the spatial slash, most of their bodies collapsing to the ground, with only a few remaining fragments still twitching slightly. The few remaining Homies tightly guarded Big Mom, the ground covered with scattered fragments of souls, slowly dissolving like starlight.

"Mmm..."

Charlotte Linlin stepped over the wreckage, a domineering smile playing on her lips, her gaze fixed firmly on Saint Shepherd Ju Peter opposite her.

"Saint Shepherd Ju Peter, you keep using spatial attacks to wear down my Homies."

"I see it clearly. Your moves are simple: tearing space and creating unhealable spatial rifts. But after each strike, you have to catch your breath for two or three moments before you can attack again."

"You can only slowly wear down my soul creations; you can't annihilate them all in one strike. Those slow-moving Homies are being cut down one by one, but the agile ones always manage to dodge your attacks."

Saint Shepherd Ju Peter remained silent, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Another invisible Spatial Blade suddenly appeared out of nowhere, sweeping across the ground and instantly severing the legs of two Homies.

The blade's power didn't diminish after slicing through the body; it continued to extend forward for another meter before slowly closing. The moment the space closed, ripples on the water's surface surged continuously.

Once, twice, forty-eight times.

Continuous Space Cutting has left countless tiny cracks in this highland area. Countless faults intersect, compress, and pull against each other, weaving a vast, ever-spreading network. The spatial stability of the entire region is crumbling little by little.

The Big Mom continued calmly analyzing her opponent's weaknesses, her tone unhurried. "You've already unleashed forty-eight strikes, the cracks are layering upon each other. When the fiftieth strike lands, the collapse of space will be beyond your control. At that point, not only will you not be able to break through my soul defense, but even the space beneath your feet will crumble."

Upon hearing this, Saint Shepherd Ju Peter froze.

He looked down at his trembling hands, then at the cracks spreading across the ground, and his expression finally turned serious. He stopped his continuous slashing attack and slowly closed his outstretched arms.

"You see things quite clearly," Saint Shepherd Ju Peter said coldly. "The spatial rifts are piling up, and I can no longer maintain this high-frequency attack."

"But Charlotte Linlin, you won't get the better of her either."

"Most of the Homies were wiped out, and more than half of the soul fragments accumulated over the years were lost. Do you think this was a worthwhile trade, given such a high cost?"

"Well, whether it's worth it or not, we'll have to wait until I beat you before we decide!"

Charlotte Linlin took a step forward, and a powerful aura of her soul swept across the surroundings.

Saint Shepherd Ju Peter instinctively took a half step back.

He abandoned his sharp spatial slashes and instead compressed the surrounding space layer by layer, condensing it into a thick, circular shield. This shield had no sharp edges; it was solid and heavy, firmly blocking his path.

After completing the defensive setup, Saint Shepherd Ju Peter slowly retreated, gradually increasing the distance between the two.

"Think you can dodge my attacks by creating distance? How naive!"

The Big Mom continued walking, closing in again.

Saint Shepherd Ju Peter retreated even faster, then pressed down with his left hand in mid-air, erecting a second spatial barrier beside him. The first shield directly faced the frontal attack, while the second spread out horizontally, firmly blocking movement on the left and right sides. The two shields, one vertical and one horizontal, almost locked down all attack routes.

The sunlight was blocked by the shield, and two long, narrow black shadows fell on the gravel ground, blending into the shadows of the ruins, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

"Well, the gaps are too big," Linlin scoffed. "The two layers of shields have huge gaps; you've protected the front and the flanks, but you've left the top exposed!"

Before he finished speaking, his massive body suddenly leaped into the air.

A massive shadow instantly enveloped the entire highland, completely blocking out the light.

Saint Shepherd Ju Peter's heart tightened suddenly, and he hurriedly looked up.

Both spatial shields were positioned horizontally, leaving the area above completely empty, without any defensive measures. In the rush, he had no time to readjust the spatial structure.

Soul Extraction!

The Big Mom pressed down with her left hand in mid-air, and an invisible Soul Power instantly enveloped her opponent.

The next second, Saint Shepherd Ju Peter's body stiffened, his flesh contracted inward, and dense wrinkles appeared on his neck, as if an invisible force was forcibly draining the life force from his body.

The right hand that was maintaining the spatial shield suddenly went out of control, and the five fingers curled up uncontrollably. The barrier in front of him lost its support, and cracks quickly spread across the shield surface, gradually thinning and collapsing.

"You... you can extract a soul without even touching it?" Saint Shepherd Ju Peter's voice grew weaker and weaker.

"You trapped yourself in these ruins." The Big Mom landed slowly, her tone calm. "Tearing space apart time and time again, creating rifts, constantly shrinking your own range of movement. In the end, you locked yourself in a small area, which just happened to fall within the range of my soul's influence."

Saint Shepherd Ju Peter was completely drained of strength, and his arms hung limply at his sides.

The spatial shield completely vanished, and he staggered backward, his back slamming heavily against the broken stone pillar. His breathing grew weaker and weaker, his eyes lost their luster, and he was firmly rooted to the pillar, unable to move an inch.

The Big Mom withdrew her hand.

The remaining Homies slowly gathered behind them. The once massive legion was now only one-fifth of its original size, their bodies covered in sword wounds, yet they still maintained an orderly formation. The scattered fragments of souls on the ground gradually dimmed and dissipated into the evening breeze.

"Well, the battle is over."

Charlotte Linlin turned and walked toward the edge of the highlands.

Behind him, Saint Shepherd Ju Peter slid slowly down the stone pillar and landed on his buttocks in the pile of rubble. There were still faint spatial fluctuations on his fingertips, but the power was intermittent, like water stains left on the beach after the tide receded, and soon dried up completely.

Two

On the stone slabs on the outer edge of the highlands, Bullet was resting, sitting on a rock.

The deep, bone-exposing wound on his arm had stopped bleeding completely, and his fingers could move normally. Seeing the Big Mom approaching, he looked up and spoke.

How long did it take?

"I can't say for sure, but it will definitely last longer than your fight," Linlin replied casually.

"The opponent has been dealt with?"

"It's completely resolved."

From the ruins of Room of Authority in the distance, the loud laughter of the Whitebeard pierced through the broken walls and could be heard clearly.

"Gurala! How many people are left?"

Kaido, carrying his Spiked Club, stood guard at the entrance of the hall, his gaze sweeping over the crowd that was constantly gathering, and spoke in a gruff voice.

Only one person remains.

Bullet brushed the dust off his palms and slowly stood up.

"The ultimate goal lies deep within the Room of Authority."

Behind the Big Mom, the scattered Homies huddled together, their remaining glimmers flickering in the twilight. The soul powder on the ground was completely extinguished, scattered and drifting away in the howling evening wind.

The wind, carrying dust and Huijin, swept across the entire Mary Geoise defense line.

In just half a day of bloody battle, the Five Elders stationed in Mary Geoise have fallen one after another.

Saint Saturn, Saint Mars, Saint Nusjuro, and the recently defeated Saint Shepherd Ju Peter —four powerful figures—were all defeated and captured. The five strong lines of defense collapsed one by one, and the path to the Room of Authority was no longer blocked by a single soldier.

Three

The battlefield briefly fell silent.

After a short rest, the group regrouped and continued their journey.

Kaido led the charge, Iron Club slung over his shoulder, his face brimming with battle lust. He strode through the corpses and broken weapons strewn across the ground, his steel boots screeching as they pounded the gravel.

"Oh ho ho! That was a pretty good fight, only one old guy left!"

Bullet followed closely behind, his fists clenched, his killing intent completely concealed. Along the way, he had fought two CP0 chiefs head-on, sustaining multiple injuries, but his fighting spirit had not diminished in the slightest.

Jhin stood on the flank of the team, his wings folded, his crimson eyes constantly scanning the surroundings to prevent any sneak attacks or ambushes.

Charlotte Linlin walked in the middle of the group, with Homies scattered around her. The continuous release of soul attacks had taken a toll on her, but her face was still full of pride, showing no signs of fatigue.

Whitebeard walked at the very back, his Naginata slung over his shoulder, his gaze calmly fixed on the depths of the hall.

This hastily assembled squad of elite warriors swept through layers of blockades, tearing a massive breach in Mary Geoise's defenses.

The once high-ranking Celestial Dragons, who held sway over the world, fell one after another under the combined attack of the crowd.

The once impregnable defensive line of the Holy Land has been reduced to a scene of devastation.

Along the way, there were collapsed walls and broken pillars everywhere, and many marble floors were torn apart by the Haki, leaving crisscrossing cracks. The remaining World Government guards hid behind the broken walls, not even daring to show their faces.

No one dared to step forward and stop these top monsters of the sea.

Four

As they approached the gate to the Room of Authority, the group stopped in their tracks.

The heavy mahogany doors had been violently smashed open, the doors shattered and lying on the ground. Inside the hall, the lights flickered, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Kaido stretched his limbs, then slammed his Iron Club heavily into the ground, sending stone chips flying everywhere.

"With only one person left, there's no need to split up and fight anymore. Let's all rush in and finish this quickly!"

Bullet nodded slightly. "The opponent is the last of the Five Elders, he must have a backup plan, we must not be careless."

The Big Mom grinned broadly. "Oh, oh, oh! Who cares how many trump cards they have? My Soul Power is enough to suppress everything!"

Whitebeard paused for a moment, then slowly spoke.

"No need to rush, take it one step at a time. The enemy is holding the core secret chamber so firmly; they must be prepared for a fight to the death."

The group exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with fighting spirit.

After a series of arduous battles, overcoming numerous obstacles and defeating all rivals, they finally reached the heart of power in Mary Geoise.

With the Five Elders falling one after another, all five lines of defense collapsed, and the heavens of the Holy Land were about to be overturned.

The evening breeze blew through the broken window, scattering rags and wood chips all over the floor.

The distant alarm bells of the Marine Headquarters echoed as a large number of Marine warships rushed towards the Holy Land at full speed. Time was running out for them.

Jin narrowed his eyes slightly. "The main force of the navy will arrive soon; we must finish this quickly."

"Understood." Lin Yuan's voice rang out from the front of the group as he slowly pushed open the dilapidated wooden door.

The crowd followed closely behind, stepping into the dimly lit hall of power.

At the end of the long corridor ahead, an elderly figure stood quietly in the shadows, waiting for everyone to arrive.

The final showdown that will determine the fate of the Holy Land is about to begin.

(End of Chapter 115)