Brutal, Utterly Unable to Fight Back

With a solemn expression, Sakazuki wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his body dripping with lava, instantly covering the ground.

On the other side, Redfield, holding a black umbrella, extended his other hand and beckoned to Sakazuki with an expression of utter contempt.

"Damn it, you old geezer, die!"

Redfield's provocation enraged Sakazuki, who launched a large-scale attack.

"Flowing Volcano."

His fists unleashed countless massive lava punches, forming a shower of meteors that whistled through the air as they relentlessly swept towards Redfield, plunging the entire scene into chaos.

However, these concentrated attacks had no effect whatsoever on Redfield.

With effortless grace, Redfield's body seemed to move, yet remained still, covering over a hundred meters in the blink of an eye to appear before Sakazuki.

His expression changed drastically. Without thinking, Sakazuki instantly became elemental, merging with the magma on the ground.

Ten meters away, Sakazuki was condensing his body, only halfway through, when a chill ran through him. Accompanied by a huge roar, a black fist slammed heavily into his face.

At point-blank range, Redfield, his feet blackened, stood motionless in the lava and launched an attack on Sakazuki.

"Magma Demon, your magma is practically the same as cold water."

Watching Sakazuki reassemble his body in the distance, Redfield deliberately walked back and forth a few steps in the lava.

With a sinister look on his face and eyes blazing with fury, Sakazuki felt the other's disdain pierce his body like a sharp sword.

"I want you dead."

All the magma boiled, Sakazuki's lower body formed a volcanic wave, and his upper body raised his right fist high, rushing towards Redfield.

"Dogtooth Red Lotus".

With a roar, a howl from hell, Sakazuki's right hand transformed into a magma hound, unleashing a powerful blast.

With an imposing and Haki- inspiring presence, Redfield simply raised his black umbrella, covering it with Armament Haki, and stood motionless as he received Sakazuki's impact. It could be seen that countless magmas seemed to have encountered an invisible wall, unable to break through Redfield's black umbrella.

With a single slam, Sakazuki's eyes rolled back, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and was sent flying like a cannonball.

Before he could fall, Redfield appeared out of nowhere, delivered a powerful kick, and with a crack, Sakazuki's waist bent unnaturally, like a meteor falling to the ground, carving a crater in the rubble before he lay there.

"Cough cough"

Covered in blood, Sakazuki tried to stand up, but his body wouldn't obey him; a single kick from his opponent had caused his body to crumble.

Powerful, this man is simply too powerful.

Looking at Sora, Borsalino, Sakazuki lying in different directions, Redfield chuckled evilly, "Your Navy is truly disappointing!"

But just then, a series of gunshots rang out, and it was seen that the navy brought by Kong had all launched an attack on Redfield from the ruins.

They couldn't join the battle before, but after fighting Fleet Admiral Kong for half a month, their stamina must be almost depleted. This is their chance.

Three Vice Admiral vanished from the ruins, immediately surrounding Redfield, each armed and menacing.

It was clear that the three Vice Admiral had not retreated; they had been waiting for an opportunity.

Looking at the three Vice Admiral, Redfield's eyes widened, and in an instant, the entire sky exploded with a violent, Conqueror's Haki that assaulted the mind, silencing the entire arena.

"Thump thump"

One after another they fell, and of those remaining standing, less than ten were still alive. The previous encirclement was nothing but a joke.

Blood splattered as the Conqueror's Haki descended, momentarily stunning the three Vice Admiral. But that brief moment plunged them into hell.

"Ah"

Screams echoed as a Vice Admiral's head flew high into the air, blood gushing from his neck like a fountain.

The other two had their upper and lower bodies separated, with their internal organs and blood scattered on the ground.

Only then did a sound arise in the distance. Neatly arranged, behind the three Vice Admiral, the ruins of varying heights had been transformed into a plain.

Despite fighting for half a month straight, he was still able to instantly kill three lieutenant Vice Admiral.

The Red the Aloof, the Lone Red, the Red Count —these titles truly belong to Patrick Redfield.

Seeing this scene, Borsalino, Sakazuki, and even Sora, who were lying on the ground, all felt a sense of despair.

Without their support, they might be dead here today.

"Damn it!" Sakazuki roared in frustration, his face contorted with rage as he watched Redfield approach. He tried to move, but the groans emanating from his body made him lose control.

Just when everyone lost hope, an explosion rang out, followed by a figure crashing to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Another ghost has arrived!"

Growing impatient, Redfield looked at Ye Chen emerging from the smoke, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his emerald red eyes.

"Ye Chen!"

Sakazuki, Borsalino, and Sora all breathed a sigh of relief, but then worry returned; because Ye Chen was now a matter of life and death for them.

"Damn it, you have to hold on, he doesn't have much strength left."

Sakazuki stared at Ye Chen's retreating figure, spitting blood and roaring in fury.

There was no answer. Ye Chen simply stared coldly at Redfield, his gaze wary, because the mere presence of Redfield was a tremendous pressure to him.

This time, Redfield didn't make a move. Her crimson eyes were even more alluring, and a massive will swept through the air, pressing down on Ye Chen.

Amidst the crackling of lightning and thunder, Ye Chen suddenly bent over, the ground beneath his feet shattering. An unimaginable pressure pressed down on Ye Chen's shoulders, and his mind felt as if it were filled with water, about to explode, throbbing with unbearable pain.

Each time it was worse than the last. In his chaotic mind, it was as if a high and mighty king was coldly looking at Ye Chen, his gaze filled with indifference, ruthlessness, domineering and supreme. This king was above the nine, looking down on all things and possessing the power to swallow mountains and rivers.

His face flushed red, his back bent more and more, and his legs trembled incessantly, gradually bending as well.

"Kneel down, kneel down!"

A series of majestic and domineering voices filled Ye Chen 'Ye Chen ears, eroding his heart layer by layer.

Blood began to trickle from the corner of his mouth. Ye Chen was about to give way, his knees almost touching the ground.

Just as that voice pierced through Ye Chen's heart, the utterly distorted enslavement of the past was completely exposed, enveloping Ye Chen's entire soul.

"I don't"

He looked up, his face flushed red, then contorted into a ferocious expression. His dark eyes seemed to burst from their sockets, roaring and howling like a vengeful ghost.

At the same time, from somewhere, a spirit seemed to want to break through some kind of restraint, but in the end, it always fell short by just a little bit.

Slowly, Ye Chen straightened his bent back and knees, staring frantically at Redfield. The veins and bulges on his neck resembled earthworms, jutting out and winding.

Blood continued to spill from his mouth, but Ye Chen persisted. He would never kneel before anyone, never...

Pain and distortion sustained Ye Chen; what filled his mind was darkness, torment, rage, and stubbornness.