Assessment of God's Knights

The entire scene fell silent.

No one spoke.

It was as if the air had been sucked away; even breathing seemed unnecessary.

A moment later, the members of God's Knights finally reacted.

Someone's eyes flew wide open, their pupils trembling.

Someone unconsciously clenched their fingers, their knuckles turning white.

Others darkened, their fury erupting outright.

"Him—"

"He killed Saint Green on the spot?!"

The voices were restrained, yet filled with barely contained rage.

That had not merely been a companion. He had been crushed before the Five Elders, a direct provocation against the Holy Land!

Several figures stepped forward at once. Their feet struck the ground, and the stone slabs cracked slightly.

The air let out a low hum under the pressure as cold flashes from drawn swords intertwined.

"Kill him!!!"

Their furious shouts overlapped, as though they would tear this space apart.

At that moment.

"Stop."

A deep voice suddenly descended.

It was not loud, yet every movement instantly froze.

Nusjuro slowly spoke.

He released no aura, but his calmness was more oppressive than any display of force.

The members of God's Knights froze, instinctively turning back.

"Lord Nusjuro!"

"But he killed Saint Green..."

Before the sentence could finish.

"Thud."

Saint Saturn's cane lightly tapped the ground.

"Idiots."

His tone was cold. "He did not use Conqueror's Haki at all."

Those words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing everyone's rage.

The crowd stiffened, all eyes snapping back toward the battlefield.

On the ground.

The area that had been utterly shattered by Thunder was still giving off faint scorched smoke.

Tiny crackles of residual electricity flickered between the broken stone slabs.

And the mutilated remains that had supposedly been "killed" were now slowly writhing.

Extremely fine "threads" tugged between the flesh and blood.

Like invisible silk, they