One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

Nasujuro wields the Supreme Grade Sword, the First Generation Kitetsu.

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.

Nasujiro Sei's eyes met Hawkeye's, his jaw opened, and he let out a hoarse laugh.

"Hawkeye Mihawk. The world's greatest swordsman."

His voice sounded like two bones rubbing against each other.

"Let me see which is stronger, your black sword or my Onikiri."

Hawkeye didn't reply. He simply held the Black Blade Night horizontally in front of him, assuming a standard starting stance.

The two great swordsmen drew their swords simultaneously.

The ghostly green slash of the Onikiri and the pale green slash of the black sword 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.

Nasujiro's lower body suddenly exerted force through the horse bones, propelling him toward Hawkeye at an incredible speed.

The horse skeleton beneath my feet left a series of afterimages on the ice with its four hooves.

With a sweeping motion, the eerie green mist swirling around the blade transformed into dozens of tiny slashes, simultaneously flying towards Hawkeye from all directions.

Hawkeye spun around in place, and Black Knife Night 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 Nasujiro 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.

Nasujuro Seikitsu swung upwards, colliding head-on with the black sword Yoru.

The blades of two of the world's top swordsmen 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 couldn't withstand the pressure and emitted a piercing crackling sound.

A thin rift was torn open between the two blades.

The void power surging from the crack absorbed all the surrounding ice shards, and then the crack healed on its own.

Both of them took a step back at the same time.

"Interesting," Hawkeye muttered.

Nasujuro's gaze, hidden behind his glasses, also sharpened; clearly, the prospect of facing a great swordsman like Hawkeye was equally exciting for him.

The two charged at each other again.

Meanwhile, Roy was facing a pincer attack from Saint Pitt and Saint Mas.

Mars Saint launched continuous attacks from underground, each time opening his blood-red maw with a terrifying suction force, pulling Roy into his mouth.

Pittor Saint continuously unleashed flames and bone spears in mid-air, coordinating with Mars Saint's attack rhythm to constantly compress Roy's dodging space.

Roy dodged left and right under the attack of the two men, seemingly suppressed, but his movements remained composed.

Every swing of Qiu Shui's blade precisely blocked Saint Pitt's bone spear or Saint Mars's sharp teeth, his psychic field covering the entire arena.

Every attack trajectory was clearly visible to him.

With a single strike, he deflected Piet Saint's dive, instantly teleporting behind Mars Saint, and Autumn Water pierced straight into the sandworm's back.

The moment the blade pierced the stratum corneum, Mars Saint's body suddenly contracted, and the entire sand worm burrowed deep into the ice, dodging the subsequent attack.

"Annoying bugs." Roy flicked the slime off his knife.

Piet Saint 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 unleashed a psychic 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?"

As soon as Roy finished speaking, the ice beneath his feet exploded again.

Mars Saint'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 Qiu Shui's blade, black and red overlord-colored lightning had condensed to its maximum.

With a downward thrust, the tip of the knife precisely pierced the upper palate of Mars Saint.

Mars Saint let out a scream as the entire sandworm sprang out of the ice and writhed wildly in mid-air.

A large amount of black blood gushed from the wound on the upper palate where Qiu Shui had pierced it, hissing as it splashed onto the ice.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Pittor swooped down and pecked at Roy's head with his beak.

Roy drew his sword and turned around, his sword flashing as he swept it horizontally. The moment the blade collided with the bird's beak, a metallic clang rang out.

Pittor 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 domineering aura is completely different from Roy's tyranny, Barrett'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 or sharp, but you know that when this mountain falls, no one can stop it.

Everyone on the battlefield stopped what they were doing.

Even the four Elders paused their attack and turned to look towards the harbor entrance.

The outline 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.

The sail was printed with a huge skull logo—the skull had three red diagonal lines above its left eye, like marks left by some kind of claw.

The flagship of the Red-Haired Pirates, the Red Fox.

Shanks, the red-haired man, sat at the bow of the ship, 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 famous sword Griffin was not yet drawn, but the sword intent it exuded had already made the surrounding air heavy.

Behind him, the Red-Haired Pirates' officers stood in a row.

Ben Beckman, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the barrel of his gun still smoking. Yasopp, crouching 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 on 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.

"Redheads—!!!"

"Red-Haired Shanks, one of the Four Emperors—what's he doing here?!"

"Isn't he in the New World—"

How did I end up here?!

The naval soldiers whispered among themselves, and some involuntarily took a few steps back.