Trafalgar Law's duel with Knight was drawing to a close. Knight had the powers of a Hellhound, but less than half an hour into the fierce battle, Law had already cut off two of his heads. His fighting ability had plummeted. Blood covered his body, and he panted heavily, breath after breath.
He realized the gap between him and Trafalgar Law was like heaven and earth. They weren't even on the same level.
Law flashed forward, swift as a streak of light, and appeared behind Knight out of nowhere. A deathly shadow engulfed Knight. He spun around, but with a swish, he saw to his despair that Law's blade was already upon him. Law smiled coldly, and Kikoku plunged into his chest without mercy.
Knight thought he was about to die. Instead, he discovered that Law had taken out his heart.
Every hair on Knight's body stood on end, and cold sweat poured from him. Watching someone pull out his heart was terrifying enough, but what he couldn't understand was why he was still alive.
"Kill those men behind you, and I'll spare your life!" Law pointed at Knight's crew.
"What? You want me to kill my own men?"
"I don't have time to waste on you. You have three seconds to decide!"
Law tossed Knight's heart up and down, watching him through narrowed eyes. His cold face radiated the confidence of a man who held everything under his control.
Knight's every move, every breath, his life and death—all of it now lay in Law's palm.
"Three!"
"Two!"
Knight had no time to think. Each time Law called out a number, he squeezed the heart, making Knight howl in pain, his face contorted. As Law reached one, his fingers suddenly tightened without hesitation. Knight's heart visibly caved in, and Knight