I guarded Impel Down for a hundred years in the pirate world.

Why did you save her?!

"If she hadn't accidentally eaten a Devil Fruit, how could she have attracted the attention of the demon race?!"

"Your Allen City has been slaughtered. We are no match for that progenitor of the demon race, nor can we hold out until the Celestial Dragons arrive!"

"If we don't kill her, that progenitor of the demon race will slaughter even more cities, and everyone will die for her! Everyone!"

The roars echoed in her ears, and seven-year-old Ana looked in fear and panic at the ferocious faces that surrounded her.

Only a tall man stood guard in front of her, shouting angrily, "You think you can survive by compromising with the demons?! Ana is just an excuse for it to massacre the city! That guy is clearly toying with us! Ana is innocent!"

"Enough nonsense, Lord Allen! You're the one making excuses! For your daughter, you allowed the city to be massacred. You've betrayed everyone's trust!"

"Hand her over now, or don't blame us for being rude!"

Allen glared angrily and roared, "Even if I did it for my daughter, was I wrong?! Why should Ana die?! Why should she sacrifice herself for someone else?! Why?!"

Roars and fighting.

The man, defiant and relentless, fought his way out with Ana, carrying her on his back as they fled, constantly on the run!

One city after another fell, and the same thing happened again and again. The one who wanted to kill them was never the demon race, but their comrades from the same planet. This was a deception by the demon race!

The man could no longer escape and lay on the ground dying, still repeating to Ana.

"You must live! You must live on!"

"It's not your fault! The fault lies with the progenitor of the demon race! The appearance of that Devil Fruit in front of you might not even be a coincidence! He did it on purpose! He was laughing at us, toying with Star Eisen!"

"Ana, you must live!"

"We must survive!"

A tear welled up in Ana's eye as she drifted into memories. She murmured, "It was probably that straw hat, so silly, just like him..."

……

【Character Event 1 (Activated):】

As the 'culprit' who caused the massacre of her planet, Ana always felt that she was stained with the blood of countless innocent people from Eisen, a stain that could never be washed away. It seemed that only when she hunted down the demon race could this blood be diluted to some extent.

Event Requirement: Have Ana or help Ana hunt down a large number of demons. [Completed Count: 0/10000]

Figo, walking down the street, looked away from the prison file panel.

Some things are indeed difficult to judge as right or wrong.

Chapter 153 Celestial Phenomenon Sword Figo

After leaving Qinghai, he flew swiftly to Jianfanxing, and then kicked down two great sword saints with lightning speed. Only now did Figo have a little time to appreciate the exotic scenery of this alien planet.

There is no unified kingdom on Sword Star. Instead, there is a hierarchical system of sword dojos that rise in tiers. The tenth-tier sword dojo, Sword God Mountain, is the most prestigious. There is no ninth-tier dojo below it. Only when the two captured sword saints leave to establish their own dojos will they be classified as ninth-tier. Therefore, the highest tier below ten is eight.

After the two battles, Figo and the Roger Pirates moved to the largest city in the vicinity, which had a level 7 dojo, making the atmosphere of a holy land of swordsmanship particularly strong.

Everywhere you look, there are swordsmen in flowing white robes, which makes Figo's heart flutter.

As it happened, one sleeve of his clothes was torn due to his gigantification, so he went into a clothing shop and used the sword coins he had obtained from the two sword saints to buy a set of the same clothes.

He had already regained the appearance of a 30-year-old, with striking eyebrows and bright eyes, and dressed in such a white outfit that fluttered in the breeze. With a rather eye-catching red-scabbard at his waist, he would turn heads almost 100 times when he went out on the street!

Many swordsmen took the initiative to perform special swordsman's salutes for the handsome Figo, and Figo followed suit and returned the salutes. In this way, they walked all the way to the entrance of the level seven swordsmanship dojo in the city.

The two guards at the door were both dressed in white sword-wielding attire, with a small insignia on their sleeves.

It is an ancient Chinese character: '一段' (yīduàn).

Upon seeing Figo, one person asked, "Senior, what brings you to our Hundred Birds Sword Pavilion...?"

“A challenge,” Figo laughed.

The two men's expressions changed instantly. One boy hurriedly turned and ran into the sword hall, while the other stood at the door, staring at Figo with a mixture of anger and tension. The boy's childish yet deliberately tough demeanor was somewhat endearing. Figo asked, "How many years have you been learning swordsmanship?"

"Six, six years!"

"You're a bit too thin; you need to exercise more," Figo said. "You seem to be lacking in nutrition; you should eat more meat. Is it because your family isn't well-off, or is the fencing school's fees too high?"

"No, that's not it!" the boy retorted, his neck stiff. "The masters are very kind. As long as I guard the gate here regularly, the fees will be waived! It's me, it's myself..."

"Oh, then you'd better keep it up."

Figo used a head pat, then looked into the sword hall. A group of adult swordsmen hurriedly came out to greet him, most of them wearing fourth or fifth dan insignia on their sleeves.

They all wore expressions of displeasure at being challenged, but the moment they saw Figo, they swallowed back all the words they wanted to say.

Unlike Roger and his group, Figo's wanted posters were everywhere, and they didn't recognize him, but it wasn't hard to tell from Figo's aura of strength.

The leader asked with some surprise, "This... senior? And who are you?"

Even the master chef has to call you senior?! The gatekeeper boy gaped in surprise, while Figo walked into the dojo and said, "I have long heard of the Sword Starry Sky Sword Art Holy Land and have come to pay my respects. I am here to learn from your dojo master and have no ill intentions."

Extraterrestrial visitors? That's not uncommon, but Figo is the first to give them this feeling and this pressure. Their bodies involuntarily parted to make way for Figo, allowing him to enter the dojo. Deep inside the dojo, a middle-aged swordsman who looked to be around 50 years old emerged.

The marking on the cuff is: seven segments!

"Teacher," several swordsmen greeted.

The middle-aged swordsman solemnly bowed to Figo and asked, "Mingke, the Hundred Birds Swordsman, greets this... senior brother?"

The goalkeeper's mouth gaped open even wider.

Figo thought for a moment: "Gaston Figo, the Celestial Swordsman, greets Junior Brother."

The person in front of me is probably at Raul's level. In terms of strength, he's obviously nowhere near Figo's, but in terms of swordsmanship, we could probably barely call each other senior and junior brothers? That's all.

Celestial Sword? What does that represent? Mink's gaze swept over the padlock on Figo's wrist, sensing that the man was a bit strange. He reached out and gestured inward, saying, "Please follow me."

Figo followed, and Mink's disciples exchanged glances and followed nervously as well.

Soon they arrived at a sword fighting arena. Mink gestured to the sky above the dome and to the several sword targets inside the arena, saying, "Please use your powerful sword techniques against the sky, and use your less powerful ones against the targets."

Jian Fanxing's challenge was certainly not a martial arts duel. Even a Mingke would be enough to cut the entire sword dojo in two with a single sword strike. If a challenger were to fight, it wouldn't even cover the repair costs.

“Let’s get straight to the point,” Figo said.

Mink had the same idea. Completely unable to determine Figo's true intentions, he nodded solemnly, drew the sword from his waist, and looked up at the sky.

With a slight flick of the wrist, the sword's momentum was already gathered!

One strike, aimed straight at the sky!

With a subtle flick of the wrist, what appears to be a single slash unleashes countless attacks!

Thin wisps of sword energy rose into the sky, rubbing against the air and instantly transforming into birds of various shapes. The birds pierced the sky, creating tiny gaps in the white clouds!

"This is our teacher's Hundred Birds Sword! It's been so long since we've seen it!" His disciples whispered with pride, while Mink looked at Figo.

Please advise.

Figo pondered for a few seconds, drew his sword, and swung it horizontally into the sky with a backhand flick of his wrist.

Mink's pupils suddenly contracted. What was this?!

More numerous than the tiny sword energies he had just unleashed, and after rubbing against the air, a flock of thousands of sword-energy birds completely shattered the white clouds!

Inside the dojo, there was an instant, deathly silence!

After a long pause, Mingke said in a hoarse voice, "Senior, you should go to Sword God Mountain to take on the challenge."

"I'll go later." Figo sheathed his sword, his white robes fluttering in the wind, like a sword immortal.

This is so exciting, he thought to himself.

Swordsmanship: 682349

Level 5, Top Swordsman (Can light lamps, 48% success rate; failure to light will randomly lower swordsmanship level by 0-52).

It seems that the 68 sword skills are not entirely due to his strong physique!

Somewhat pleased, Figo flicked his wrist and chained the wrist of Hundred Bird Sword Mink.

Mingke was startled: "Senior, you..."

"Don't be nervous, I'm used to chatting with people in this state," Figo said. "Have you received any news in the last few days about Sword God Mountain issuing a warrant for the arrest of a space pirate crew?"

“…Received it.” Mink suddenly became alert and said, “Those despicable pirates stole a sword spirit blade from Sword God Mountain.”

“But I’ve heard other reasons. It’s said that the Sword Spirit Blade was created by secretly training demon children,” Figo said.

"...Impossible!" Mink glared at Figo instantly, his aura rising: "Are you insulting the Sword Saint?! Even if you..."

His disciples also drew their swords!

"Don't get agitated." Figo snapped the padlock off and said, "As a swordsman, I certainly don't want such a thing to happen and tarnish the reputation of the Sword Star Sword Art Holy Land."

"But... what if?"

"If this is true, will you support Demis or not?"

His figure flashed by, and with a speed that Mingke and his disciples could barely react, he hung and then loosened the chains on everyone's wrists.

The crime index is the highest... only 18 points.

This is starting to resemble a sacred place for swordsmanship. It seems only the top level is rotten, and there's still hope.

Figo leaped away and disappeared.

Only the horrified disciples of Mingke remained, along with Mingke himself, whose expression was uncertain.

'No, impossible! How could I doubt the Sword Saint? This guy is in cahoots with those pirates! He's slandering the Sword Saint!'

Besides, even if it were a demon child… no, no, the Sword Saint wouldn't do that!

The seeds of doubt had been sown. After all, Figo's displayed strength was so exaggerated that he couldn't quite understand it, and he was also a powerful swordsman, perhaps comparable to the Sword Saint.

On the same day, seven other level seven and eight sword dojos were challenged by Celestial Sword Figo. Like Mink, all the swordsmen were crushed and defeated by Figo with his signature sword moves, and they never saw the 'Celestial Sword'!

The fame of the powerful alien swordsman Celestial Sword Figo, and the truth about the Sword Spirit Blade, quickly spread throughout the entire Sword Star!

……

When Sword Saint Dimis received the news, it was already the morning of the next day.

Forging swords with demons is a top secret of Sword God Mountain, known only to his two sword saint disciples and a few close confidants. Faced with his grand-disciple's cautious and questioning, he replied calmly:

"It seems someone wants to challenge my position as the number one swordsman in the Eastern Universe. I don't need to pay attention to them; observing them won't cause any harm."

After his grand-disciple left, Demis couldn't help but darken his face, took a few heavy breaths, and tried to suppress his anger.