"Enough!"
"You damned pirates!"
Saint Saturn let out a roar and slammed his staff into the ground.
A terrifying, dark blue Haki erupted from him, forcing Hawk Eyes and Roy, who were caught off guard, back dozens of meters at the same time.
At the same time, Saint Saturn thrust his staff to his side, and four pentagram magic circles appeared behind him simultaneously.
A dark purple light emanated from the edges of the magic circle, and an ancient and chilling aura surged from its center, spreading in all directions.
Dark black Inazuma surged forth from the magic circle, dancing wildly in the air.
Those Inazuma were different from the dark red of Conqueror's Haki, and also different from the pure black of Armament Haki; they were a more ancient and sinister power.
Wherever the Inazuma passed, the space trembled slightly, and a putrid, acrid smell filled the air.
The moment Roy saw the four magic arrays, his pupils contracted slightly.
He immediately recognized what it was.
Want to call for help?
Roy's Conqueror's Haki erupted, and dark red Inazuma surged toward the four magic circles like a tsunami, attempting to disrupt their operation with a pure Haki impact.
Dark red and jet-black Inazuma collided violently in mid-air, producing a deafening roar.
But it was too late.
The magic circle's structure did indeed crack under the impact of Conqueror's Haki, but the cracks only spread to the edges of the magic circle and did not disrupt the core's energy operation.
The four pentagram arrays continued to rotate at high speed, each rotation brighter than the last, and the black Inazuma surging from the center of the arrays became increasingly dense.
Within the magic circle, four clusters of energy began to coalesce.
Each ball of energy exudes a completely different aura—some are as violent as a raging fire, some as deep as the ocean, some as sharp as a sword, and some as heavy as a mountain range.
Four auras surged and intertwined within the magic array. Although they had not yet fully revealed their human form, the oppressive aura had already made the surrounding air stagnant.
Saint Saturn stood before the four magic circles, his aged face once again displaying that proud and indifferent expression.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, pulled out the cane with the knife mark, and pointed the tip at Roy.
" Roy, you're right—I really can't beat the two of you working together."
Saint Saturn's voice was hoarse and low, but every word carried a renewed surge of strength.
"But now that the Five Elders are all together, along with the Holy Knights and Marine Admiral, do you think Hachinosu still has a chance of winning?"
He paused, a cold smile curving his lips.
"Today, this island will be your final resting place."
Before Saint Saturn could finish speaking, Roy moved.
He ignored Saint Saturn's harsh words and did not wait for the four Five Elders to fully teleport from the magic circle.
His figure vanished from his spot and reappeared before Saint Saturn the next second.
The Black Blade Shusui, Inazuma in crimson and black Conqueror's Haki, pierced straight for Saint Saturn's throat.
Roy knew that the four magic arrays could not be broken.
Saint Saturn's all-out attack, which consumed a great deal of his Haki, was aimed at forcing him and Hawk Eyes back, thus buying them time to summon the magic circle.
The magic array is now operational, and the teleportation of the four Five Elders has entered an irreversible phase.
Even if he used Conqueror's Haki's Haki again, he could only slow down the teleportation speed, not stop them from arriving.
However, teleportation via the magic circle takes time.
To teleport four living people from the Red Line to Marineford, a distance of tens of thousands of miles...
Even an ancient monster like Saint Saturn, who has lived for eight hundred years, needs to expend a lot of energy to maintain the stability of the passage.
This brief teleportation time of a few dozen seconds is Saint Saturn's most vulnerable and isolated window.
A few dozen seconds is enough to get a lot done.
Saint Saturn saw Roy thrust his sword at him, but his expression remained unchanged. He held his staff horizontally, and Haki of dark blue flowed rapidly across the staff.
The two weapons clashed fiercely in mid-air, the dark red Inazuma of the Conqueror's Haki and the dark blue Haki on the staff were locked in a fierce struggle, and the surrounding ice surface was shaken and cracked inch by inch by the aftershocks of the collision between the two forces.
Just as the sword and staff were locked in a stalemate, a green figure appeared beside Saint Saturn.
Mihawk gripped the hilt of the Black Blade Yoru with both hands and slowly raised this Supreme Great Grade Sword above his head.
There are no fancy starting stances, no unnecessary charging movements.
It's the purest form of slashing.
But the moment he raised his sword to its highest point, the surrounding space seemed to freeze under the sword's intent, and even the black Inazuma surging from the magic circle slowed down.
Saint Saturn's pupils suddenly contracted.
Facing attacks from two top-tier Great Swordsman simultaneously, he could only do one thing—retreat.
He used all six of his spider legs to push back, trying to get out of Hawk Eyes's attack range.
But Roy didn't give him that chance.
Shusui's blade slid upwards along Saint Saturn's staff, the blade scraping against the staff with a piercing creaking sound, sparks flying everywhere.
The moment the blade slid to the top of the staff, Roy suddenly exerted force downwards, pressing Saint Saturn's staff firmly under the blade.
This pressure completely blocked Saint Saturn's retreat.
He either had to abandon his staff and retreat, or take Hawk Eyes's blow head-on.
Discarding the staff means losing your weapon, making you more passive in the ensuing battle;
He took the hit head-on—looking at Hawk Eyes's Black Blade Yoru, which was already raised to its highest point, feeling the terrifying sword intent gathered on the blade, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
Saint Saturn could only grit his teeth, grip his staff tightly with both hands, and pour all the Haki he had accumulated over eight hundred years into the staff.
A deep blue light surged from the staff, forming a semi-transparent, Haki shield above Saint Saturn's head.
At the same time, he muttered something under his breath, and the black Inazuma surging from the four magic circles seemed to be summoned by something.
A portion of it was coiled around the shield, coating the azure shield with a layer of jet-black electric patterns.
Then Hawk Eyes's knife came down.
" One Sword Style: Severing the Sea"
There was no deafening roar, no dazzling special effects.
It was a straight slash that flew out from the blade of Black Blade Yoru, as thin as a sheet of paper, yet as heavy as the entire ocean.
Where the blade struck, the air was neatly sliced in two, the ice surface was silently split apart, and even space itself was left with a tiny crack in the path it had traversed.
The slash struck Saint Saturn's shield.
The azure shield began to tremble violently the moment it came into contact with the slash.
Saint Saturn unleashed his full power, displaying Haki in an attempt to maintain the shield's integrity.
But Hawk Eyes's slashes are like a relentless cutting machine, slicing inch by inch into the shield.
The cracks on the Haki shield became more numerous and denser, and the green light emanating from them grew increasingly blinding.
Saint Saturn braced himself on his cane, veins bulging on his forehead, looking like a specimen nailed to the ice, unable to move.
This is the opportunity Roy has been waiting for.