Saint Nusjuro Supreme Great Grade Sword, the Kitetsu I.
The knife was entirely black, with a layer of eerie green mist swirling around its blade.
The mist swirled around the blade, and countless distorted human faces could be vaguely seen emerging from it.
Those were all the souls that this demonic sword had devoured over the past few hundred years.
Saint Nusjuro's eyes met Hawk Eyes's, his jaw snapped open, and he let out a hoarse laugh.
" Dracule Mihawk, the World's Greatest Swordsman."
His voice sounded like two bones rubbing against each other.
"Let me see, your Black Blade or my Kitetsu, which is stronger."
Hawk Eyes didn't reply. He simply held the Black Blade Yoru horizontally in front of him, assuming a standard starting stance.
The two Great Swordsman drew their swords simultaneously.
The Kitetsu and the pale green slash of the Black Blade Yoru collided in mid-air.
There was no deafening roar, only an extremely sharp metallic clang.
The two sword intents clashed fiercely at the point of impact, cutting fine cracks into the surrounding space.
Saint Nusjuro's lower body suddenly exerted force through the horse bones, propelling him toward Hawk Eyes at an incredible speed.
The horse skeleton beneath my feet left a series of afterimages on the ice with its four hooves.
With Kitetsu, the eerie green mist swirling around the blade transformed into dozens of tiny slashes, simultaneously flying towards Hawk Eyes from all directions.
Hawk Eyes spun around in place, and Black Blade Yoru drew a perfect circle around him.
All the tiny slashes were blocked, exploding into clusters of eerie green sparks half a meter away from his body.
Then he swung his sword backhand.
This strike was completely unadorned; it was simply a pure vertical slash.
But when Saint Nusjuro saw this strike, a faint glimmer of light appeared in his empty eye sockets for the first time.
He felt that no matter which direction he dodged, he would be struck by this blade.
Saint Nusjuro Kitetsu upwards, colliding head-on with the Black Blade Yoru.
The blades of two world-class Great Swordsman clashed, but this time there was no shockwave, no explosion.
All the force was compressed at the point of contact between the two blades.
The air around the blade, unable to withstand the pressure, emitted a piercing crackling sound.
A thin rift was torn open between the two blades.
The void energy surging from the crack absorbed all the surrounding ice shards, and then the crack healed itself.
They both took a step back at the same time.
"Interesting," Hawk Eyes muttered.
Saint Nusjuro glasses, also sharpened; clearly, the prospect of facing Great Swordsman like Hawk Eyes was equally exciting for him.
The two charged at each other again.
Meanwhile, Roy was facing a pincer attack from Saint Shepherd Ju Peter and Saint Mars.
Saint Mars launched repeated attacks from underground, each time opening his blood-red maw with a terrifying suction force, pulling Roy into his mouth.
Saint Shepherd Ju Peter continuously unleashed flames and bone spears in mid-air, coordinating with Saint Mars's attack rhythm to constantly compress Roy's dodging space.
Roy dodged and weaved between the two attackers, seemingly suppressed, but his movements remained composed.
Every swing of Shusui's blade precisely blocked Saint Shepherd Ju Peter's bone spear or Saint Mars's sharp teeth, her Telekinesis Domain covering the entire arena.
Every attack trajectory was clearly visible to him.
With a single strike, he deflected Saint Shepherd Ju Peter's dive, instantly teleporting behind Saint Mars, and Shusui pierced straight into the sand worm's back.
The moment the blade pierced the stratum corneum, Saint Mars's body suddenly recoiled, and the entire sand worm burrowed deep into the ice, dodging the subsequent attack.
"Annoying bugs." Roy flicked the slime off his knife.
Saint Shepherd Ju Peter hovered in mid-air, his bird eyes burning with rage.
He tilted his head back and shrieked again, this time the sound waves were even sharper than before, and the air was shaken into visible ripples.
Roy raised his hand and conjured a Telekinesis: Barrier in front of him. The sound wave exploded into a shockwave the moment it hit the barrier, but the barrier remained completely still.
Is that all you've got?
No sooner had Roy finished speaking than the ice beneath his feet exploded again.
Saint Mars's gaping maw opened from below, this time so close that Roy could see the still-spinning sharp teeth deep in his throat.
But this was the moment Roy had been waiting for.
On Shusui's blade, black and red Conqueror's Haki Inazuma had condensed to its maximum.
With a downward thrust, the tip of the blade precisely pierced Saint Mars's upper palate.
Saint Mars let out a scream as the entire sand worm sprang out of the ice, writhing wildly in mid-air.
A large amount of black blood gushed from the wound on the upper palate where Shusui had pierced it, hissing as it splashed onto the ice.
Saint Shepherd Ju Peter swooped down and pecked at Roy's head with his beak.
Roy drew his sword and turned around, his Shusui flashing horizontally. The moment the blade collided with the bird's beak, a metallic clang rang out.
Saint Shepherd Ju Peter was thrown backward by the shock, and several of the serrated teeth on his beak were broken off.
But just as Roy was about to give chase, a powerful surge of Conqueror's Haki suddenly enveloped the entire battlefield.
This Haki is completely different from Roy's tyranny, Bullet's ferocity, and Sengoku's majesty.
It is pure, peaceful, yet beyond question.
It's like a mountain pressing down from the sky—not fierce, not aggressive, but you know that when this mountain falls, no one can stop it.
Everyone on the battlefield stopped what they were doing.
Even the Five Elders paused their attack and turned to look towards the harbor entrance.
The silhouette of a ship emerges from the horizon.
The ship was very large, with a dragon head carved on its prow, and two red gemstones embedded in its eyes.
A huge skull logo was printed on the sail—the skull had three red diagonal lines above its left eye, like marks left by some kind of claw.
The flagship of the Red Hair Pirates, the Red Fox.
At the bow of the ship Red-Haired Shanks, wearing a black cloak that fluttered in the sea breeze.
The three scars on his left eye were particularly striking, but what was even more undeniable than the scars was the oppressive aura emanating from him.
His right hand rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
The Gryphon was not yet drawn, but the sword intent it exuded already made the surrounding air heavy.
Behind him, the officers of the Red Hair Pirates stood in a row.
Ben Beckman, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the Yasopp of his gun still smoking, sat on the ship's railing, a sniper rifle resting on his knees.
Raki Lu was gnawing on a leg of meat, but his other hand was already on the hilt of the knife at his waist.
Shanks stepped down from the bow of the ship.
Stepping onto the ice, they walked step by step toward the center of the battlefield.
His pace was not fast, but each step was steady and firm.
The cracks in the ice beneath his feet closed automatically, and the shattered ice fragments were pushed to the sides by an invisible force.
Shanks ' voice wasn't loud, but it traveled clearly to the ears of everyone on the battlefield:
"This war is over."
The battlefield was quiet for a moment, then erupted into chaos.
" Red Hair --!!!"
" Red-Haired Shanks of the Four Emperors —why is he here?!"
Isn't he in the New World?
How did you end up here?!
The naval soldiers whispered among themselves, and some involuntarily took a few steps back.