The Dark Clone Breaks into the Room of Flowers

Outside the Room of Flowers, the Darkness Man stopped. Several figures blocked his path.

They stood like statues before the entrance. Each had a presence as deep as an abyss and eyes as cold as ancient ice.

The man at their head looked to be in his sixties. His graying blond hair was meticulously combed, his face as stern as a marble statue. At his waist hung a Rapier, simply adorned yet radiating danger.

Garling looked at the Darkness Man without surprise or anger. His gaze held only absolute indifference.

He slowly drew his sword. The clear, lingering ring of steel leaving its sheath sounded especially sharp in the sudden silence.

"God's Knights, attack!"

The Darkness Man raised a hand, and a long blade of pure darkness formed in his grip. Its lightless surface seemed to absorb everything around it.

But just as he was about to swing, countless thorns burst from Saint Somaz's palm. Black as ink and covered in barbs, they coiled around the Darkness Man's blade and stopped it.

At the same moment, a knight wielding a long-handled scythe and another wearing a gas mask and carrying two Rapiers appeared behind the Darkness Man. Armament Haki coated their weapons as they slashed down!

The Darkness Man did not dodge. A visible shock wave erupted from his body. Dark red lightning cracked through the air, the ground split, and rubble flew. The entire corridor trembled.

The two knights attacking from behind faltered, their movements stalling for an instant. That instant decided their fate.

Though thorns bound his blade, the Darkness Man still managed a short swing. Conqueror's Haki Infusion coated it, and the space in its path seemed to tear open, leaving a black trail.

The slash made no sound, but it struck like lightning.

It swept precisely