Your Turn, Hattori

John Giant was a swordsman.

His weapons were a pair of samurai swords, one large and one small, with Mitsuba patterns engraved on the blades and tassels hanging from the hilts.

He immediately unleashed Armament Haki to cover the blade, let out a roar, and swung it with tremendous force at the landing One Piece. The terrifying blade, carrying a weight similar to that of a mountain, slashed down.

Seeing this, Rob Lucci also prepared to 'turn against' him.

He didn't expect that as soon as he appeared, Oboro would use his Haki to 'swept away' all the small fry.

Right now, only a vice admiral from the Marine Headquarters remains, and he is the only person he can rely on... If he doesn't act now, and John is defeated soon, he won't be able to rescue the Celestial Dragons on his own.

He pinpointed the Celestial Dragons's location with his gaze, and as the blade's edge approached, he was about to launch a sneak attack on Dorans and Kaka beside him.

Something unexpected happened...

The figure in front of him vanished instantly.

It appeared suddenly in John's abdominal space, as if by teleportation.

The aura surrounding them vanished instantly, and they each used their own methods to dodge the slash from the vice admiral... Afterwards, they fell to the ground one after another from the sky.

But as soon as they landed, they heard a loud bang and a violent tremor, and... blood splattered in mid-air.

Oboro unleashed Haki, high-level technique called 'Death Aura,' condensing into a black, liquid-like Haki that enveloped his One-Punch Man ... With this attack, powered by the Divine Fist martial God Fist, he struck John squarely in the stomach. This single blow ripped the giant's clothes apart, and the flesh of his entire upper body spun and twisted from Oboro's punch, ultimately forming a gruesome, gaping hole. Then, the massive body was sent flying backward, crashing through several palaces and buildings before finally collapsing lifelessly in the billowing dust.

Dead!

One-Punch Man and he was dead! Rob Lucci's scalp tingled.

How so...

He could see that... Oboro was leaving no room for maneuver and didn't want to waste any time... He had no interest in even 'maneuvering' with a vice admiral.

This aura is similar to that when he fought Hawkeye.

He had initially thought that Oboro wouldn't take a vice admiral so seriously, since it wasn't a particularly formidable enemy... This would give him room to maneuver, but...

Long's black leather shoes slowly touched the grass as he turned around.

Behind it lies a newly formed ruin and a thick blanket of smog.

He pulled down the brim of his hat and slowly walked towards Dom and the others, a faint smile on his face.

Rob Lucci... was sweating.

Just a few meters away from him was the unconscious Celestial Dragons.

And the Navy Vice Admiral... died.

He could not sense any breath.

In other words, he will still have to go it alone next.

However... it was all in vain.

Rob Lucci knew perfectly well that he would not succeed on his own...

With a loud crack, the sound of shattering glass jolted Rob Lucci out of his numb mind. He turned his head and saw that Dom had already walked up to the Celestial Dragons, brutally smashing his hood, grabbing Saint Pumking by the hair with one hand, and lifting him up like a garbage bag.

"How could such trash become a world noble and a person in power?"

Dom grabbed the Celestial Dragons's hair and shook him, his words chilling.

This... is the Celestial Dragons is about to be executed by them.

Hearing this, the others also looked over... staring at Saint Pumking, each with their own feelings.

"Captain... what's next?"

Kaka put his hands behind his head and looked at Oboro with a relaxed expression.

It refers to the ceremony... the ceremony in which they became official crew members.

"Wake him up."

With his hands in his pockets, Oboro spoke softly.

In a daze, Saint Pumking opened his eyes.

He first felt a sharp pain all over his body, especially on his face... and then he found himself lying on the filthy grass, his once gorgeous and noble clothes now disheveled and unclean.

Next, the surroundings were a completely different scene from before I fainted.

The palace ahead had become dilapidated and reduced to ruins.

Around him were several people, some sitting and some standing... whom he did not recognize.

As for the royal family and the navy soldiers... they all fainted.

"Who are you? What happened to me? What's going on?"

He first called out in a daze.

Then, 'coming to his senses,' he yelled, 'You lowly people, what are you all standing there for? Help me up! Do you want to die?!'

However, the group remained unmoved by his shouts.

"Damn it... Where's that vice admiral? Where is he? Get over here right now! What are your names... I'm furious! I'm going to kill you all! No... not just you, but this whole country! Damn it! Damn it! How could I, a great Celestial Dragons, be reduced to such a pathetic state... Aaaaah!"

Saint Pumking was furious; his arrogance permeated every word he uttered.

It's more like... not understanding the situation at all.

"I..."

Pfft

Just as the Celestial Dragons was about to 'issue orders', he uttered a single word.

Suddenly, time stopped.

A soft sound reached his ears, freezing the expression on Saint Pumking's face and his flailing limbs.

Because... a sudden flash of light sliced off his scalp.

This caused a large amount of blood to flow down from his head, covering his face and turning his vision completely crimson.

"Aaaaaah!"

But what he found even more unbearable was the excruciating pain.

Saint Pumking was stunned for a moment, then let out a piercing scream and rolled around on the ground frantically.

"I am Celestial Dragons... and you actually..."

He rolled around and yelled.

But... such a sound will only hasten his death countdown.

A merciless foot crushed his ankle.

"Most people in this world seem to be afraid of them... Just hearing the words 'Celestial Dragons' terrifies them, but aside from Celestial Dragons background, they're actually quite fragile." Kaka slowly raised his foot and said with a smile, "Has their affluent life made them lose their survival instincts?"

"If people don't grow and mature, aren't they just wasting food and resources in this world? What's the difference between them and garbage?"

"Oh... I really envy them, living such a carefree life. I wish I could be Celestial Dragons too."

Kaka joked, reflecting on the experience.

On one side, Rob Lucci's legs seemed to have lost all feeling; he knew... the ritual had begun.

Others joined one after another.

He was determined to save Saint Pumking no matter what, even if it meant his own death.

But now... he finds the situation is really what it is, and he is actually 'unable to move'.

It wasn't fear... but another kind of 'despair'.

Because he couldn't save them... The Celestial Dragons were destined to die; he couldn't change their fate.

Instead, he would get himself involved and cause the plan to be exposed... So, he could only watch helplessly as this happened.

Reason and the situation kept him in the act... but this predicament made him waver slightly in his belief in his own 'mission'.

The Celestial Dragons were being killed right before his eyes, and what was he doing? If this got out... he believed everyone would understand his powerlessness.

His current choice is undoubtedly the most correct one, but perhaps... the Celestial Dragons don't think so.

In the eyes of the Celestial Dragons, any action that is detrimental to them is rejected.

First Yingge, then Kaka... then Dorans. Yurivich had absolutely no interest in tormenting such trash.

He was the last one! None of them went for the kill, clearly leaving the Celestial Dragons with a sliver of life.

The Celestial Dragons, who were just moments ago so arrogant, had already begun to beg for mercy... Faced with the fear of death, even an idiot with a brain full of mush finally learned to be sensible.

"Saint Pumking... we meet again."

Just before he was about to die, Oboro finally spoke.

Dorans grabbed the head of the Celestial Dragons, which was covered in blood and disfigured, and made it look up to meet Oboro's gaze as he approached.

"It's... you..."

When his blurry vision revealed that the person approaching was Long, Saint Pumking suddenly seemed to have lost his soul.

He met Oboro.

Oboro was once a slave of the Celestial Dragons. In Mary Geoise, as Saint Charlos's toy, he frequently encountered other Celestial Dragons. Although he had seen them, Saint Pumking had no idea who Oboro was before... because a slave toy wasn't worth remembering. It was only later, after Saint Charlos was killed, that the name of the God Slayer aroused the Celestial Dragons' anger, mixed with a hint of fear... and that's when they started to recall him.

The appearance of the God Slayer was almost the final straw that broke Saint Pumking's will to survive.

He kept pleading weakly, saying he could promise a few people 'wealth and glory'... anything in the world, as long as he was spared.

And now, he knows he won't survive.

He will be the second Celestial Dragons to be killed, following Saint Charlos.

Thinking of this, even with his face covered in blood, he still burst into tears...

The tears just wouldn't stop.

"Damn the Navy... the incompetent World Government, what are they doing?!"

"Why was I killed? Why were people like you allowed to live... I'm going to kill them! I'm going to kill them!"

Suddenly, Saint Pumking outburst.

"Hattori, it's your turn."

Oboro, on the other hand, turned her head slightly and looked at Rob Lucci, who hadn't moved at all.

"Let's shut up this Celestial Dragons of ours forever."

"Kill him."

"..."

Rob Lucci.