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

Heaven and earth lose color!

A dark light spread out from where the two collided, overturning the earth and obliterating everything. Even Yana, who was far away, was thrown out by the terrifying aftershock, coughing up blood and tightly clutching Beelzebub's corpse.

The apocalyptic scene lasted for a long time.

The light of the night sky shone down once more.

Tick-tick-tick-

Bright red blood dripped from Figo's right fist. He looked down and saw that the wound was healing very slowly.

In the same kilometer-deep crater, however, Fravo was completely unharmed and had a big smile on his face.

"Huh? This is the forbidden power of the demon race? How come... This is really interesting."

Figo didn't answer, but instead asked, "Whose power did you borrow?"

"That annoying idiot, Lolett."

Figo said, "But your strength has become comparable to mine, and your physique is probably insufficient. This is not something that can be borrowed, so just now... you lent me your injuries?"

Flavor smiled and said, "And I've lent you my pain as well, and I'll borrow some of your self-healing abilities... Oh, and I'll borrow your face too, perhaps to bring Ana a new wave of despair and make her cooperate in resurrecting Beelzebub?"

He clapped his hands together; the plan was in place.

"They really can borrow anything, they have an unreasonable ability," Figo said.

He has developed his own abilities very well. Perhaps his Devil Fruit power has already reached 600 million, and he has reached the point where he can ignite five lamps. Figo's ability to restrict him is almost ineffective in stopping him.

“Yes, you can borrow anything. I borrowed talent, I borrowed a diligent attitude, I borrowed insights from cultivation, I borrowed everything. I really have to thank the Sixth General of the Celestial Dragons back then; he probably never imagined that the Borrow-Borrow Fruit would have such a powerful effect.” Flavor said, “And your sealing ability… Ivo, the progenitor of demons?”

"it's me."

"Oh~ Interesting. If this kind of thing gets out, Qinghai... hehe... I don't even need to do anything, the Celestial Dragons can wipe it out."

Figo asked, "And courage?"

Flavo: "Hmm?"

"Have you borrowed enough courage?"

Armament Haki and Conqueror's Haki surged forth, distorting the air with their force, and aurora-like light appeared around Figo! Several meters thick red and black armor enveloped his body, making Figo appear to be eight meters tall, and his scarlet eyes were fixed on Flavo!

"And my...courage to fight to the death!"

Flavor hesitated for a moment, then smiled. "I have plenty of that kind of thing. Where do you think I came from?!"

Boom—Boom—

Two explosions rang out in succession, and the earth sank again. Two large red and black hands gripped Flavo's hands, and violent power radiated in all directions.

Figo suddenly leaned forward, his forehead slamming heavily onto Vlavo's head—thud!

The smile vanished, and his face writhed like jelly. Flavo's body flew out, but it was Figo who was left with blood on his forehead.

Figo didn't care and leaped after him.

"Is that really enough? I don't believe it!"

"Does someone who can only heal from childhood wounds by manipulating the fates of others even possess courage?! Do you even have it?!"

thump—

"Come and show me your courage!"

thump—

"Let me see if you've borrowed enough!"

The violent power had already created a vacuum around them, but Flavo, who was constantly colliding with Figo and being slammed headfirst into the ground by Figo, could still make out what Figo was saying by reading his lips.

The bloodstains on his face and the hideous rage gradually twisted in his eyes into a demon, into the image of the playmate he had killed in his childhood.

A flash of surprise crossed Flavor's eyes, which quickly turned into extreme ferocity: "I don't need it! Who do you think I am? You think you can scare me by fighting to the death?!"

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Collisions, and more collisions! A trickle of blood finally flowed from Vlavo's forehead. The damage he had suffered exceeded what he could possibly recover from. The long-lost pain caused him to lose his senses for a moment.

Then a knee slammed into his lower abdomen, causing him to vomit a mouthful of blood. With a struggle, he finally forced Figo off him.

Launched dozens of meters away, Figo casually wiped the blood off his face, then, with a few more strokes, used his blood-stained hand to beckon to Flavo.

That blood-soaked face, that relentless attitude, pierced through Vlavo's heart like a sharp, icy arrow, utterly robbing him of his frivolous smile—since being rescued at the age of 15, he had never fought to the death with anyone again.

Chapter 252 A Borrowed Life

There is almost nothing that cannot be borrowed, such as fruit.

Flavor borrowed happiness and smiles to help him move beyond his life before the age of 15. He borrowed knowledge and experience to rapidly enrich his knowledge. He borrowed the strength of others to experience a stronger state and to rapidly improve his abilities.

But I never had the courage to ask anyone for help.

Because he felt he didn't need anything.

I fought my way out of more than 20,000 people and survived, so how could I lack courage?!

Anger needs no pretext; the fleeting moment of hesitation in his heart filled him with rage. He shattered the earth, shifting from defense to offense!

He had already reached the pinnacle of martial arts and skills, having mastered the strengths of thousands, but so had Figo.

Having not encountered an opponent of equal strength for a long time, he used the Six Styles again—it wasn't that there were no other techniques in the Starry Sky, but rather that the Six Styles, which Figo had expanded to eight styles, had already utilized most of the human body parts that could be used as weapons, and the other techniques were all more or less the same.

However, this time, he developed a new trick.

The Ninth Form of the Six Styles - Headbutt!

The power to annihilate everything continues to spread.

From a distance, where the two collide, heaven and earth are connected by a huge vortex. The pitch-black color twists and meanders in the shape of an hourglass, swallowing all the brilliance, as if purple lightning, bursting out from a tear in space, spreads across the sky.

Suddenly, an extremely dazzling light burst forth from the point where the two collided!

'Borrow - light! '

Borrow the fruit, and you can even borrow the sunlight!

In the moment of his encounter with Figo, Flavo quietly borrowed a portion of the light, and then, in that instant, returned it.

It was still right in front of Figo's eyes!

Figo's eyes couldn't withstand the sudden burst of light. He went blind instantly, and two streams of bloody tears flowed down his face.

Flavo grinned menacingly, using the mental network of the lit lamps to suppress Figo's mental network. In a flash, silently, he slipped between the legs of the red and black giant Figo, and with a backhand elbow strike, sharp as a knife, he cut towards Figo's back!

But just as the two were about to make contact, a red and black blade suddenly pierced through Figo's body, its tip protruding and severing his arm at the elbow!

Blood splattered, and the arm was obliterated.

Vlavo's pupils contracted, and he hastily retreated, putting distance between himself and Figo.

Figo turned around, his third eye on his forehead staring at Flavo, a deep wound on his stomach oozing blood and healing slowly.

Flavo covered his severed arm with one hand, the granulation tissue slowly growing and healing, his eyes gloomy.

The eyes of the Three-Eyed Tribe?

I almost forgot that this guy has a strange bloodline.

But... in order to launch a surprise attack and sever my arm, you actually stabbed yourself first? I borrowed a portion of your healing ability; was this kind of exchange worth it?!

Are you sure you'll win if you continue like this?!

At that moment, he saw Figo raise his right arm, his blood-stained hand moving again.

As before, without any delay.

"Keep going, don't stop."

Flavo didn't respond. Damn it, shouldn't he wait until his injuries heal?! Even the strongest body can't be depleted like this!

Figo didn't wait and stepped forward.

Fravo clenched his fist to meet the challenge!

As the hand-to-hand combat intensified, more and more injuries accumulated on both of them, and Vlavo's posture gradually underwent a significant change.

His blue hair returned to black; the borrowed Ares hair color was returned to him! The relief he felt vanished; the borrowed happiness was also returned to him!

On Tianlong Star, the Second Divine General, who had just completed the transplant of the mechanical race's artificial heart, collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest, and cried out, "Quick, someone... help me remove the mechanical heart! Flavo... you bastard..."

Even abilities have their limits. In order to fight Figo, Flavor returned everything that was no longer helpful in the battle.

I've returned to my true self!

At this moment, he was lifeless, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay, and his movements in the fight against Figo became even more concise and fierce.

It seems to have become stronger.

But as he numbly clashed with Figo, a sense of unfamiliarity and fear gradually began to grow within him.

This isn't me!

He felt that he was no longer himself, because in the more than one hundred years since he received the Borrowed Fruit, he had never been so 'clean'!

He was the complete opposite of Ares.

Ares dedicated his entire life to his childhood, remaining a ruthless killing machine and a madman from beginning to end.

Flavor, on the other hand, desperately wanted to escape it all and start a new life.

He succeeded. The borrowed optimism and positivity helped him reshape his life. He was the powerful Sixth General, whose word could decide the life and death of millions. Everything about him was under his control.

He failed too; what is borrowed is ultimately borrowed—a true warrior dares to face the bleakness of life, something Flavo did not.

He relied on borrowed fruits to escape, and then bid farewell to his former self with a century-long revenge campaign against the descendants of Penri Is, who captured him.

They use the manipulation of other people's lives as proof that they have "gotten their due."

Hidden behind the manipulation of others' fates is a fragile heart.

He's not even as good as he was at 15.

When the Celestial Dragons attacked the experimental base but were unable to escape due to insufficient strength, apart from the three people taken away by Odak, he was the only one of the remaining seven who survived. He clung to the outer edge of the Celestial Dragons' airship, hanging from it, and desperately followed the airship through the starry sky and across the chaotic star field for three days and three nights before the Celestial Dragons discovered him.

For him at that time, sinking into the starry sky meant certain death, so even though his arms had been torn apart by the flying boat and were almost necrotic, he persevered.

At that time, he had only one thing to insist on.