Roy interrupted Bullet's complaint.
"These high-ranking Celestial Dragons all have a black energy mark in their bodies."
It automatically heals from fatal wounds, essentially giving you an extra life.
Bullet frowned.
Several members of the Holy Knights instinctively took a half-step back.
They had just witnessed firsthand how Roy cracked the Black Turn.
The fear of having the mark found and the limb containing it severed with a single stroke is still vivid in my mind.
"That mark is etched on the body, but its location varies from person to person."
Roy continued, his voice as calm as if he were lecturing.
"Using Conqueror's Haki to impact the mark can temporarily interfere with the Black Turn repair process."
Then, taking advantage of this opening, sever the location of the mark to completely kill them.
Bullet understood.
He turned to look at Saint Saturn, a dangerous glint in his tiger-like eyes.
"So where is this old monster's mark hidden?"
"Not found yet."
So the three of us went together.
Bullet, you're blocking the Holy Knights.
Mihawk will attack first, I'll look for the mark.
Bullet was silent for two seconds, then snorted.
"Alright, as long as we can kill this old monster, any method is fine."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bullet's Demonic Aura and Conqueror's Haki erupted simultaneously.
Black and red Inazuma crackled all around him, and beneath his White Tiger Model fur, muscles bulged.
He let out a deafening tiger's roar and charged towards the Holy Knights.
"Those who block the way shall die!!!"
Bullet's figure, like a black and red meteor, crashed heavily into the formation of the Holy Knights.
Before the two members at the front could react, they were struck simultaneously by Bullet's two fists.
He flew out like a kite with a broken string.
The remaining members of the Holy Knights quickly dispersed, activating their various abilities simultaneously.
Flames, poisonous fog, rocks, shadows—all poured down on Bullet.
Bullet neither dodged nor evaded; his defensive capabilities in White Tiger Model allowed him to withstand the attacks, leaving only a few shallow scorch marks on his fur.
He grinned, then punched one of the guys manipulating the poisonous fog right in the face, slamming the man into the ice.
"Is that all you've got? You Celestial Dragons ' lackeys are nothing special!"
Saint Saturn wanted to go and support the Holy Knights, but Hawk Eyes had already made his move.
The Black Blade Yoru traced a perfect arc through the air, and a pale green slash wave shot out from its edge.
Thin as a sheet of paper, yet sharp enough to cut through anything, it aimed straight for Saint Saturn's neck.
Saint Saturn dodged to the side, the slash grazing his shoulder and neatly slicing the ruins of a building behind him in two.
Before he could even regain his footing, Roy had already appeared behind him.
Shusui, carrying a black and red Conqueror's Haki Inazuma, slashed towards Saint Saturn's lower back.
Saint Saturn's six spider legs exerted force simultaneously, shifting to the side at a speed disproportionate to his size.
The Shusui grazed his side, and the Conqueror's Haki's Hide Inazuma on the blade left a scorch mark on his skin.
"You dodged pretty quickly." Roy's voice came from behind Saint Saturn.
Saint Saturn did not turn around; instead, he pointed his scepter behind him with a backhand motion.
The azure, Haki orb at the tip of the staff collided with Roy's Shusui, creating a shockwave.
Both were knocked back several steps, but Hawk Eyes's second strike had already arrived.
Black Blade Yoru slashed down from above; this strike was devoid of any fancy moves, just a pure vertical cut.
But when Saint Saturn saw this strike, that feeling of having nowhere to hide surged up again.
He had to raise his cane to block.
The Black Blade Yoru, producing a crisp metallic clang.
The ice beneath Saint Saturn's feet cracked under the immense force, the fissures spreading dozens of meters in all directions.
Roy seized the opportunity and vanished from his spot once more.
The next second he appeared to Saint Saturn's side, Shusui twirled the knife in her hand, and the tip of the knife precisely stabbed towards Saint Saturn's armpit.
Saint Saturn didn't have time to retract his staff to defend, and could only dodge to the side.
The Shusui grazed his ribs, and the Conqueror's Haki's Hide Inazuma on the blade left another scorch mark on his skin.
What alarmed Saint Saturn even more was that Roy's strike was clearly a test—
To find out where the marks on his body were hidden.
Saint Saturn had lived for eight hundred years and had never encountered such a fighting style.
Roy and Hawk Eyes's teamwork was impeccable— Hawk Eyes took the lead in the attack, forcing Saint Saturn to defend with all his might with every strike;
Roy appeared around him like a ghost, each time heading straight for the location on his body where a mark might be hidden.
Underarms, back of the neck, sides of the waist, inner thighs— Roy's blade swept across almost every possible spot on Saint Saturn's body that could be marked.
Cold sweat began to trickle down Saint Saturn's forehead.
He knew what Roy was looking for, but he didn't dare gamble that Roy wouldn't find it.
Once the mark's location is revealed, with Hawk Eyes and Roy working together as two top-tier Great Swordsman, severing that leg would only take a moment.
Meanwhile, Bullet was having a blast fighting within the Holy Knights.
His White Tiger Model rampaged through the crowd, each punch carrying the power to shatter a mountain.
Although the members of the Holy Knights are individually quite strong, they can only barely hold on against Bullet's completely unreasonable and berserk fighting style.
Just as a rock-manipulating individual conjured a stone wall, Bullet blasted it into dust with a single punch.
Then he lunged forward, grabbed the man by the neck, and lifted him up.
"You guys, weren't you all so arrogant during the Pure Gold competition? Why are you all so quiet now?"
Bullet slammed the man hard into the ground, creating a large crater in the ice.
He let out a triumphant roar, then pounced on his next target.
As Saint Saturn watched the Holy Knights being suppressed by Bullet alone, and then saw Roy and Hawk Eyes glaring menacingly in front of him, a sense of foreboding rose in his heart for the first time.
He had assumed that with his own support and the support of the Holy Knights, plus the forces of the Marine Headquarters, they would have more than enough to stop Hachinosu.
But now it seems that I was the one in the most danger.
Another spatial displacement by Roy.
This time, Roy appeared directly below him, his Shusui swirling upwards, aiming directly at the spider leg Black Turn Mark.
Saint Saturn's heart nearly stopped beating.
He mustered all his strength to spring up all six spider legs at once, his massive body flipping in mid-air. The blade grazed the joint of one of the spider legs, coming within an inch of the mark on the skin.
One inch.
Just one inch.
When Saint Saturn landed, his back was already soaked with sweat.
He knew Roy had found the mark's location—that last strike wasn't a coincidence, but a precise attack.
He dared not gamble that his next strike would miss by just one inch.
"Enough!"
"You damned pirates!"