Rebecca was not giving up. She stood up and charged again, but her longsword flew several times without success. She couldn't even touch the table with her palm. As long as the table was in a circular space, Rebecca could not enter. It was as if there was an invisible cylindrical dome covering the edge of the table.
Barnett only saw Rebecca's giant form attacking the continent where he was, shouting something, but he couldn't hear any sound except for Desukurei. Finally, Rebecca gave up the attack and seemed to be lying on something, talking to him.
Rebecca knew what it was; it was the culprit preventing her from attacking the Round Table—a power of rules generated by a Devil Fruit.
Rebecca watched Barnett standing on the edge of the table, seemingly blocked by something. She knew Barnett was also facing that rule. Looking at Barnett, who was even smaller than Tontatta, Rebecca didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
"Where did Vic go at this crucial moment? His Devil Fruit ability is too bizarre. Barnett is practically imprisoned! I wonder what Wendy would think if she saw this tiny Barnett!"
Rebecca now understands what Vic told her: some Devil Fruit abilities are unpredictable, bizarre, and impossible to counter.
"Yes, I've got it!"
Rebecca has a strong fighting spirit; if she can't break through your ability, she'll destroy the person using it.
Rebecca immediately charged towards Desukurei, her longsword flashing as if she wanted to create a dazzling display. Desukurei was quite startled to see Rebecca rushing towards him.
This girl's moves are always deadly; I probably wouldn't last two moves against her. And he can only use one Round Table at a time; once someone has used it, he can't make another one. That's why his Devil Fruit hasn't been fully developed.
" Kanbo, stop watching and come help!" Desukurei knew his own limitations. Although there was a round table between them, Rebecca would catch up with him sooner or later at her speed.
Kanbo hadn't bothered with Rebecca after she abandoned him, knowing it was impossible for Rebecca to rescue his companion at the round table; he knew he'd have to fight her sooner or later.
He just hadn't expected Rebecca to have such a strong combat instinct, immediately thinking of attack ability users. Now that the captain was crying for help, he couldn't just stand by and do nothing.
He blocked Rebecca's longsword aimed at Desukurei with a single strike, intending to separate Rebecca from him. However, Rebecca was no ordinary swordsman; she possessed Observation Haki. She bypassed Kanbo at a tricky angle, and her longsword thrust towards Desukurei's waist. Startled, Desukurei quickly used his ability to vanish from his spot.
After deflecting Kanbo's knife, Rebecca took two steps back. She noticed that Desukurei had disappeared from her Observation Haki, which surprised her. She looked around but couldn't find him.
Finally, following Kanbo's gaze, they saw that Desukurei had hidden in the Round Table World, and the Round Table World was changing. The tabletop beneath Barnett's feet was no longer there; it had become a undulating desert.
Meanwhile, Desukurei ' feet had transformed into an oasis, where he was now lounging in a chair, sunbathing contentedly.
This desktop is now Desukurei ' world, and he can control the rules within it.
"This is our captain's Devil Fruit power; the area within the Round Table is his world, and he sets the rules within it."
Your companions can only escape by defeating my captain inside the round table. I think we should settle this once and for all!
Kanbo explained his captain's abilities to Rebecca. Rebecca knew that Barnett couldn't be saved by external forces now; everything depended on him. Defeating the swordsman in front of him was what needed to be done now. Rebecca pointed in the direction of Desukurei.
After pointing, Rebecca didn't waste any more words; she was now focused entirely on the battle.
Kanbo is a swordsman in his thirties who has been sailing the seas for many years. He has accumulated a wealth of experience and has also developed considerable swordsmanship.
Rebecca had learned from her fight with Kanbo that although her enemy was not as fast as her, he had a strong fighting spirit and could always block her killing moves unexpectedly. He also seemed to be using her as a whetstone, which made Rebecca very unhappy.
Barnett from the Round Table World was also bewildered by the scene before him. Just a moment ago everything was fine, but suddenly it had turned into a desert. Waves of heat washed over him, and he felt unbearably thirsty, just like he was truly in a desert. However, he remembered that the giant Rebecca had pointed in a certain direction earlier, and he decided to go and check that place out.
Vic had already reached the platform and was sitting opposite the clay sculpture. However, it could no longer be called a clay sculpture; it was indeed a person, but it hadn't moved for a long time, and its body was covered in dust. Combined with the moisture in the space, it truly looked like it was wrapped in mud.
Vic's Observation Haki had already sensed that Rebecca and Barnett were in trouble, but he wasn't worried about their safety. He believed that Rebecca and Barnett were capable of defeating their opponents.
"Old man, are you saying your mission is to protect the Poneglyph here? Then what about this giant mechanical soldier?" Vic stopped paying attention to Rebecca and the others and asked the question that had been on his mind.
"Yes, I guess I'm the fifth generation, that's what the previous guardian told me."
As for this giant iron figure, it has always existed here. The previous guardian said it has special significance and will play a crucial role when the time is right.
Furthermore, it can identify those who come here; if they are enemies, it will attack without hesitation. However, it has never moved a muscle in the past eight hundred years.
All I know is that it doesn't have much energy inside it, and it's impossible to replenish its energy in this day and age.
However, one day, about ten years after I took over, the red light in its eyes flickered on its own, as if it had received some information, before it fell silent again! The old man answered Vic's question calmly.
For Vic, this old man was truly living history. Over 800 years had passed, yet only five generations had gone through this place. There would be no sudden historical breaks here. It all depended on how much history each generation of guardians left for future generations.
"How did you manage to live for five generations?"
"See the water flowing in my hand? It's through this that the water connects to the hot springs down the mountain. Whenever someone soaks in the hot springs, it provides me with some vital energy. In addition, my long period of hibernation and the resulting dwarfing of my body further reduce the loss of life. This is how we can live longer, at the cost of losing our freedom!" the old man said with a sigh.