Roy ignored the female member of the Holy Knights and instead reached out and picked up her left arm.
The black tattoo on his left arm was emitting a faint black glow, as if it were alive.
Roy unleashed his Conqueror's Haki at the tattoo.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..."
Like a red-hot iron meeting water, the power emanating from that tattoo gradually dissipated under the continuous impact of Roy's Conqueror's Haki.
And this time, deep within Mary Geoise,
A person shrouded in the shadows of a temple slowly opened their eyes.
"D! No..."
"Not Joey... Bo..."
The person in the shadows murmured a few words and then slowly closed their eyes.
On this floating Sky Island.
Roy watched as the tattoo on the arm gradually disappeared under the impact of Conqueror's Haki.
Roy looked at the severed arm in his hand, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.
This thing definitely has a problem.
Roy discarded his severed arm, raised his head, and looked at the remaining few people.
Stanks lay on the ground, staring intently at him.
The other two, one with a broken leg and the other with a large hole in his chest, were struggling to crawl backward.
Roy didn't give chase.
He just stood there, quietly watching them.
That look in his eyes was like looking at a few lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
The entire room fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone was so shocked by the scene that they were speechless.
Whitebeard took a deep breath and muttered, "Gurararara... That kid Roy is getting more and more terrifying."
The Golden Lion's face was gloomy, and he couldn't utter a single word.
The greed on Big Mom's face had vanished, replaced by deep apprehension.
Marco's mouth gaped open, and it took him a while to close it. "This... this is way too exaggerated!"
Jozu swallowed hard. "He fought nine members of the Holy Knights all by himself... and won..."
Vista gripped his twin swords tightly, his palms sweating profusely.
Katakuri's forehead was covered in cold sweat as he muttered, "Just how strong is that man...?"
Smoothie and Cracker had already quietly retreated behind Big Mom.
In the distance, the rapidly closing Sengoku stared intently at the figure, his face ashen.
" Roy..." he gritted his teeth, "He must be eliminated! That man must be eliminated!"
Garp, unusually, didn't refute, but simply looked at Roy quietly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
" Roger... do you see this? This is the era you are about to usher in?"
The leader of the Holy Knights, Saint Garling, was entangled with the Red Count and had no way to break free.
He watched helplessly as his men fell one by one, his eyes filled with madness.
" Roy!!!"
He roared and forced the Red Count back with a single strike, then tried to charge forward.
But how could the Red Count possibly let him have his way?
With a flap of his blood-red bat wings, the Red Count once again blocked his path.
"Don't rush," he smiled slightly, "Your opponent is me. Don't worry about what's happening over there."
Saint Garling gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
" Red Count! You really want to go against our World Government?!"
Red Count laughed, "Oppose? I'm a pirate. Isn't it normal for me to oppose the World Government?"
Saint Garling took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
He knew he had failed today.
The Holy Knights have fallen.
That Roy is much stronger than described in the intelligence.
In particular, the intensity of his Conqueror's Haki was enough to counter the tattoo's immortality.
If this gets back to the Five Elders...
Saint Garling dared not think any further.
On the battlefield, Roy withdrew his gaze and looked in the direction of the Ark Maxim.
Tesoro, Savi, Yamato, and the others had all returned to the ship and were looking at him excitedly.
"Boss is awesome!"
"The captain is amazing!"
"One person fought nine! And they won!"
Cheers erupted one after another.
Roy waved his hand, signaling them to be quiet.
His gaze then turned to the naval figures that were already faintly visible in the distance.
There, the densely packed naval soldiers had completed the encirclement.
The Three Admirals of the navy stood in a row at the very front.
Akainu's body was writhing in magma, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Kizaru lazily picked at his nails, but his eyes remained fixed on Roy.
Aokiji stood with his hands in his pockets, expressionless, as the ice beneath his feet continued to spread.
Behind them were Vice Admiral Garp, Tsuru, Chaton, Momousagi, and others.
Further behind were tens of thousands of elite naval personnel, swords drawn, guns loaded, exuding a murderous aura.
Sengoku stood at the bow of the flagship, picked up a Den Den Mushi), and his voice was amplified throughout the entire area:
"Listen up, all pirates--"
The entire hall fell silent, and everyone turned to look at the Sengoku.
Sengoku coldly stated, "Today, the Navy has only one target— the Roy Pirates."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over Whitebeard, Golden Lion, Big Mom, and the others.
"Other pirates, retreat now. The Navy can make way."
"If you insist on staying, then don't blame the navy for being impolite!"
These words caused an uproar in the audience.
The eyes of those small and medium-sized pirates lit up instantly.
Is the Navy's target just the Roy Pirates?
Doesn't that mean they can evacuate safely?
Some people have already started to quietly move back.
But most people remained standing still.
The Whitebeard sneered, then chuckled, " Sengoku, do you think I'm a three-year-old?"
The Golden Lion roared with laughter, "Make way? When has the Sengoku ever been so kind?"
Big Mom scoffed, "Mama mama... you can believe the Navy's words?"
They knew it perfectly well.
This statement from the Sengoku was nothing more than a tactic to divide and conquer.
Once they retreat and the Roy Pirates are wiped out, they'll be next.
The old fox understands the principle of "the rabbit mourns the fox's death" better than anyone else, having spent decades on the high seas.
But understanding is one thing, but to actually let them start a war with the navy now...
Nobody was willing.
After all, they had fought for so long and still hadn't managed to steal the Pure Gold, while their own men had suffered heavy casualties.
To fight the navy again would be truly foolish.
For a moment, the atmosphere froze.
Akainu couldn't stand it any longer. He stepped forward and said in a deep voice, " Fleet Admiral Sengoku! There's no need to waste words with them! Let's start the war! Kill all these pirates!"
Sengoku frowned and said coldly, "Shut up!"
Akainu was taken aback. " Fleet Admiral..."
"I said shut up!" Sengoku shouted sharply. "Who's in charge here?!"
Akainu gritted his teeth and reluctantly took a step back, but the killing intent in his eyes intensified.
In the distance, Roy watched this scene, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.
That old fox from the Sengoku was a master strategist.
Divide the pirates, concentrate your forces to destroy your own forces, and then slowly deal with the other forces.
pity...
Roy took the Pure Gold from his pocket.
The golden light instantly illuminated the entire ice surface!
Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it!
Greed, desire, madness... all sorts of emotions resurfaced in everyone's eyes once again!
Roy raised the Pure Gold, his voice echoing throughout the arena:
"Everyone, do you want this?"
The Whitebeard's pupils contracted slightly.
The Golden Lion narrowed its eyes.
Big Mom's Water 7 watering.
Those smaller pirates were even more enraged.
But no one moved.
The image of Roy single-handedly defeating nine members of the Holy Knights was still replaying in their minds.
Who dares to make a move?