Simultaneous Time Travel: What Villain? I'm the Protagonist!

Crane's hand froze in mid-air, unable to fall for a long time, simply because she had never seen a more formidable opponent than Sheng Ren.

The Warring States' attacks left countless wounds on his body, but with a flash of white flame, those wounds vanished instantly.

The golden Buddha statue from the Warring States period was covered in cracks, the deepest of which split from its right shoulder to its left rib. Golden blood seeped out along the cracks, splashing onto the ground and creating small craters.

Sheng Ren stood opposite him, looking at him, and gave a slight smirk:

"Well, Marshal of the Warring States Period?"

Zhan Guo clenched his fists, a sense of powerlessness creeping over his entire body.

This kid's injuries are healing every moment, and even using Conqueror's Haki to entangle him can't stop it.

With each breath, with each passing second, the wounds he had inflicted with all his might were visibly healing.

The cracks on one's own body will only widen and deepen.

Crane's hand finally fell, resting on the messenger's shoulder, his voice low and heavy:

"Where's the tea pig?"

"They've already charged up there!"

A figure suddenly rushed out from behind the ruins.

It's tea pork.

The admiral candidate, dressed in a dusty kimono and wooden clogs, ran as fast as the wind. He gripped a short sword coated in Armament Hideaki, its tip aimed straight for Mori's back!

Sheng Ren didn't even turn his head.

The dagger only penetrated three inches, but it was as if it had been plunged into fine steel, and could not move an inch further.

Shengren turned around, glanced at the knife at his waist, and then looked up at Chaton.

"Are you kidding me?"

Tea Pig's expression changed drastically. He tried to draw his sword, but it wouldn't budge.

Sheng Ren raised his hand and punched him in the face.

Tea-Ton was sent flying backward, spinning twice in mid-air before crashing heavily into the ruins twenty meters away, raising a cloud of dust.

Before the dust had even settled, he had already gotten up.

His nose was crooked, and his face was covered in blood, but he stood ramrod straight. He raised his hand and forcefully straightened his crooked nose, wiped the blood from his face, and stared intently at Sheng Ren.

"Again."

Sheng Ren glanced at him.

"That's interesting."

Before he finished speaking, the lieutenant generals around him moved at the same time!

Onigumo pounced from the left, his six hands gripping six swords coated in Armament Haki, and slashed at Shengren relentlessly!

Huoshaoshan charged from the right, its blade burning with fierce flames, aiming straight for Shengren's throat!

Dalmesia transformed into his beast form, his fists brimming with domineering power, and smashed them head-on!

A dozen major generals and brigadier generals surrounded Sheng Ren from all sides, and gun barrels, knife tips, and fists were all aimed at him!

Sheng Ren did not dodge.

He stood there, waiting for everyone to rush up to him.

Then, he moved.

No one saw how he moved.

With six sharp cracks, Onigumo's six swords shattered simultaneously, sending him flying backward with a deep dent in his chest.

A flash of fire was all that could be seen. Huo Shaoshan's knife flew into the air, and the man knelt on the ground, clutching his stomach, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

With a muffled thud, Dalmesia's fists missed their mark, and he was instead kicked away, smashing through two walls in succession.

The remaining dozen or so major generals and brigadier generals scattered like dumplings being dropped into a pot, and after landing, they were nowhere to be seen.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Sheng Ren stood still, without moving an inch.

He glanced down at his body—seven or eight wounds, the deepest of which revealed the bone.

A flash of white flame.

The wound disappeared instantly, leaving not even a scar.

He looked up at the Warring States period, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Is there anything else?"

Warring States period's hands were trembling.

It's not fear. It's overexertion; the golden statue is about to give way.

But he still took a step forward.

With each step he landed, another crack appeared in his chest, and golden blood splattered on the ground.

"Warring States period!" Crane cried out in disbelief.

The Warring States period did not turn back.

He stared intently at Sheng Ren, inching forward step by step.

Every step he took left a deep pit in the ground.

With each step, golden blood flowed down the crack.

He walked up to Sheng Ren and stood about five meters away.

"I," his voice boomed like thunder from his chest, "are from the Warring States period."

Sheng Ren looked at him.

"Fleet Admiral," Sengoku said, enunciating each word clearly, "today, I will bring you, this villain, to justice!"

He paused, but there was no hint of backing down in his voice.

Even if it costs me my life.

Sheng Ren didn't say anything.

Zhan Guo clasped his hands together, and his entire body shone with golden light once again!

The light was so bright it was blinding, the cracks on his body were still widening, and golden blood was still gushing out, but his aura was even stronger and fiercer than before!

"Come!"

He roared so loudly that the air itself seemed to tremble.

Sheng Ren looked at him for three seconds.

Then he laughed.

"OK."

At the edge of the square, a young marine slumped to the ground, his gun nowhere to be found.

The veteran next to him, his face covered in dust, was struggling to get up.

"Get up!" the veteran roared, his eyes red. "Stand up! Fire!"

The young marine didn't move.

He stared intently at the figure in the gray cloth jacket in the center of the field, at the Warring States Marshal who was covered in blood and still rushing forward in front of him, and at the lieutenant generals who had fallen to the ground.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

"What...what is that thing...?"

The veteran slapped him hard across the face.

"He's a human being! He's a human being! You can't kill him! Stand up!"

The young marine, clutching his burning face, finally managed to stand up, supporting himself on the ground.

But his hand holding the gun was still trembling uncontrollably.

The crane stood on the ruins, looking at the scene.

The Warring States period had already charged forward.

The golden Buddha statue was on the verge of shattering, yet every punch and palm strike he made carried the power to smash mountains.

Sheng Ren is receiving it.

Punch after punch, palm after palm.

He didn't dodge; he stood still and confronted the Warring States head-on.

Every punch landed squarely, every palm drew blood.

The cracks in the Warring States period continued to widen and multiply.

Sheng Ren's wounds accumulated more and more.

But Shengren's wounds are healing.

With each exchange of blows, Sheng Ren sustained one less injury.

With each clash, the rifts in the Warring States period deepened.

Tsuru suddenly screamed, "Rescue team! Where's Akainu?!"

The messenger's voice trembled uncontrollably: "They're still... still digging! The rubble is too deep—"

Before the crane could finish listening, it had already rushed out.

In the arena, Sengoku delivered a powerful punch to Shengren's chest.

Sheng Ren's sternum broke in two places on the spot, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

But at the same time, he also punched Sengoku hard in the face.

The head of the Great Buddha from the Warring States period was suddenly knocked to the side, and golden blood gushed from the corner of its mouth.

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

The Warring States period has gained a foothold.

Sheng Ren also gained his footing.

The Warring States period's chest heaved violently, and the cracks on his golden body had spread to his neck, and above that, to his head.

He stared intently at Sheng Ren.

Sheng Ren still had blood on the corner of his mouth, but the bleeding had stopped, and his broken sternum had been set.

He looked at the Warring States and gave a slight smirk.

"Want to come again?"

The Warring States period remained silent.

He took a deep breath and clasped his hands together again.

The golden light shone even brighter.

"Come."

Sheng Ren looked at him and suddenly nodded.

"You're tough enough."

He took a step forward.

The Warring States period also took a step forward.

The distance between the two was only three meters.

Just then, a commotion suddenly arose from deep within the ruins.

"We've found it! We've found Admiral Akainu!"

Crane's voice came from the other side, urgent: "Quick! Carry him out! Medical team!"

Sheng Ren glanced at it sideways.

In that instant, Sengoku slammed his palm down hard!

Sheng Ren didn't turn around; he simply raised his hand to block the palm strike.

The two clashed again.

Zhan Guo stared intently at him, spitting out the words through gritted teeth: "You can't leave."

Sheng Ren looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"I have no intention of leaving. Marshal Sengoku, I have another great gift for you!"

As soon as Sheng Ren finished speaking, he suddenly flipped his right hand over.

White flames exploded!

Zhan Guo felt an overwhelming force slam into his chest, and he slid backward dozens of meters, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

By the time he regained his footing, Sheng Ren was no longer in the same spot.

heaven.

The giant bird that blotted out the sky reappeared.

It soared upwards, straight into the sky, flying higher and higher, until it was just a single point of light, so high that it almost merged into the sun.

Everyone in Marineford was looking up.

The young sailor forgot his fear, the old soldier's mouth hung open and he forgot to close it, and the crane stood on the ruins, its pupils suddenly shrinking to pinpoints.

"Oh no! He's going to..."

Before he could finish speaking, dawn broke.

The "sun," high in the sky, is rapidly falling.

It grew larger and brighter, so fast that it was impossible to blink. White flames burned wildly around it, leaving a trail of flame hundreds of meters long, like a real sun, crashing down on Marineford!

"Everyone—" Sengoku's roar shook the entire fortress.

"Everyone, stand back!!!"

He rushed out.

The golden Buddha statue was on the verge of shattering, and golden blood was splattered all over the ground, yet he continued to rush to it.

He rushed to the center of the square, right below the falling white light, and raised his hands above his head!

"Sengoku!!!" Tsuru's voice changed completely, trembling with sobs.

The Warring States period did not turn back.

He simply looked up at the approaching white light, at the enormous bird that blotted out the sky, and at those eyes that shone as brightly as the sun.

He suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"Come!"

On the square, the marines rushed to both sides, hid behind the ruins, and ran to any place where they could hide.

Someone fell down, got up, and kept running.

Some people couldn't run anymore and were carried forward by their comrades.

Some people ran while looking back at the white light, their mouths agape, unable to utter a sound.

The young marine was being dragged along by the veteran, his feet scraping the ground, but his eyes were fixed on the sky.

"He...he's really going to crash down..."

The veteran didn't say anything, he just charged forward with all his might.

But after running a hundred meters, he suddenly stopped.

Everyone stopped.

Because that white light has already arrived.

Sheng Ren folded his wings, tilted his head down, and transformed into a white streak that pierced the heavens and earth, crashing down fiercely towards Marineford!

Warring States period's hands reached out to meet it.

The moment the two forces collided, time seemed to stand still for a second.

Then, the world exploded.

"boom--!!!"

That wasn't a sound.

The sky has fallen.

The shockwave exploded from the point of impact, like an invisible giant hand, lifting the entire plaza into the air. Huge stone slabs flew up like pieces of paper, shattering into dust in mid-air. One building after another collapsed, bricks and rubble being swept up by the gale and thrown in all directions.

Seawater surged wildly into the bay, smashing dozens of warships to pieces with the giant waves; masts snapped and hulls disintegrated. The shore-based artillery batteries collapsed like building blocks, cannon barrels flying hundreds of meters away.

The golden Buddha statue from the Warring States period crumbled little by little in the white light.

Starting from the fingers, the crack spread to the wrist, the forearm, and the shoulder, scattering golden fragments in the air.

But his hands were still raised.

His men are still standing.

His eyes were still open.

He looked at the giant bird overhead, at its eyes that shone like the sun, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"I...have done my best..."

"Click—"

The golden statue was completely shattered.

The Warring States was engulfed by the white light, sent flying backward, and crashed heavily into the ruins dozens of meters away, where he remained motionless.

The white light did not linger for even a moment.

It continued its descent, crashing through the plaza, through the underground armory, and through the entire island's foundation—

Then, Marineford cracked.

A bottomless crack started in the center of the square and spread wildly to both sides.

It cleaved through the drill ground, the military camp, and the main building of the fortress.

The crack grew wider and deeper, extending all the way into the bay.

Seawater poured in like crazy.

The whole island was shaking.

It's cracked.

It's sinking.

On the ruins, the crane knelt on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

She watched the crack widen and widen, watched the fortress she had guarded for decades crumble, and watched the marines run uphill like madmen.

Marineford.

This fortress, which had stood for centuries and symbolized the absolute justice of the navy, was now completely collapsing right before her eyes.

The main building of the fortress tilted and slid downwards, the two large characters "Navy" on the outer wall snapped off with a crash and smashed into the surging seawater. The training ground had completely disappeared, replaced by a huge crack tens of meters wide, from which seawater was surging wildly upwards.

Those warships, those gun emplacements, those barracks, every inch of land that she and her comrades had guarded their entire lives, were all sinking.