Not a Match

Swain was puzzled. Doffy had once said that once the Op-Op Fruit awakened, it could grant someone immortality.

The only catch was that the Fruit's user would die. The Five Elders had lived the longest, so by that calculation, perhaps five generations of Op-Op Fruit users had prolonged their lives.

But whether this regenerative ability belonged to the Five Elders themselves or came from the Op-Op Fruit was impossible to know.

"You can't kill me!" Saint Saturn said, breathing heavily.

"No matter. Then I'll just kill you a few more times!"

Swain expanded the range of his domain, allowing it to permeate every corner. No movement, however slight, could escape his notice.

His hands moved rapidly, and in an instant, he turned this stretch of heaven and earth into an ocean.

Saint Saturn's expression changed. He hurriedly leaped into the air like a crab, a Starburst Formation appearing beneath his feet to transfer him elsewhere.

"This brat's ability is truly a headache!"

The fundamental rule of Devil Fruits was that they feared the sea!

No matter how powerful one was, no one could escape that law. Saint Saturn might possess regeneration, but if he fell into the ocean and gave Swain an opening, he would likely have no chance of surviving.

Seeing this, Swain grinned. "Trying to run?"

With a shift of his will, the seawater between heaven and earth immediately began closing in like dumpling wrappers.

"Freeze!"

Once it had sealed shut, Swain roared, and the seawater froze into an Iceburg as hard as steel, blocking Saint Saturn's escape.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Saint Saturn's massive body slammed straight into the Iceburg.

The Iceburg immediately transformed into sharp spears and halberds that attacked from every direction.

Saint Saturn inwardly cursed. He hurriedly adjusted