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

"Lingling too! Lingling too!"

He looked around, somewhat hesitant.

Should I go with it or not?

Fortunately, Figo waved his hand and said, "It might not be possible to resolve this in one night. I'm not really suitable to attend tomorrow's World Conference anyway, so as not to put pressure on those kings. I'll leave it to you to preside over it. Xiao Kong, just discuss the things we talked about before. You can control the tone of your attitude."

Kong nodded and replied, "Yes."

Figo nodded, then turned and stepped onto the sea, running against the direction of the full moon towards the holy land.

They moved very quickly, disappearing from the sight of the worried group in the blink of an eye.

The group exchanged glances, and Mia said, "We can't help him, so we can only choose to believe in him and do our best. Maybe tomorrow, when dawn breaks, everything will be different... Let's go back."

"Ah."

……

When the red earth came into Figo's view, his mood became incredibly calm.

25 years ago, he and Admiral Oku led a group of marines who upheld justice to this place. After a great battle, they sensed something that could threaten their lives and chose to retreat to Impel Down for 25 years.

He came again this time.

He'd like to see if the Celestial Dragons' national treasure and Im could make him back down again!

As Figo stepped onto the ground, he looked up at the newly repaired, layered, white staircase leading upwards. At the top of the staircase stood eight people.

The Five Elders, Raul, Tecotamp Saint, and Cherrolin Saint, four of whom are at the Admiral level and four at the SR1 or SR2 level!

"How scary."

Figo smiled and walked up the steps towards them: "This lineup is twice as terrifying as it was 25 years ago."

But he was more than twice as terrifying as he was 25 years ago! His immense aura expanded outwards, and the full moon in the sky was instantly obscured by dark clouds!

Click—click—

With each step Figo took, that step cracked and shattered into dust! It wasn't that Figo was forcefully crushing them, but rather that his surging Conqueror's Haki materialized and shattered them!

The gale is spreading out!

Raul, whose face was aged and who had been passively transferred to the Holy Land to serve as the commander-in-chief of the three armies, had prepared a lot of things to say, wanting to question and berate Figo. However, seeing Figo approaching like this, he was intimidated by the terrifying aura and could only open his mouth without uttering a sound!

The physical injuries sustained by Figo's underwater taunts had long since healed, but the psychological trauma remained. He had originally come here to see Figo one last time before he died and to avenge himself. However, his expression changed drastically at this moment, as he felt that the figure approaching was like a demon god, even more terrifying than before!

Why does he seem even stronger now?!

It's only been a little over five months!

Cheryl Rohring then recalled the words Mendespin had spoken to him before his death. His old face was filled with complex emotions and a sense of heaviness. "Perhaps you are right, my old friend."

Raiola, Neilborough, and the others were seeing Figo for the first time—the guy who had repeatedly infuriated them on the other end of the Den Den Mushi. The suffocating aura emanating from him made them pale; they realized that Figo wasn't just capable of provoking them with flippant words on the Den Den Mushi, and they truly understood just how powerful the so-called King of the World really was!

No wonder before...

The eight people were waiting here, originally intending to make some harsh remarks, to vent their anger and release the pent-up frustration they had been holding in for the past four or five months before Figo was killed by Lord Im.

But now, he is powerless to speak!

Even Raiola, who loathed and hated Figo the most, couldn't help but take a half step back when Figo approached, and his face immediately turned red!

Fortunately, he wasn't the only one who backed away.

"Hehe, are you guys here to cheer me on?" Figo walked into the middle of them, and the eight people involuntarily made way for him.

Upon hearing this, the eight men clenched their fists and gripped their sword hilts. Figo laughed again, "What, you want to warm up with me? Raul, you said those seven are all Celestial Dragons, but what about you? Why are you always joining in? Aren't you afraid of getting caught in the crossfire?"

Raul's forehead broke out in sweat as he was unilaterally targeted by Figo's imposing aura. He, who could initially hold his own against Figo, was now almost no match for him!

Figo chuckled, let his old friend go, and continued walking forward, leaving only the broad back of the eight-man demonstration (or show of weakness) group as he gradually disappeared from their sight.

Only then did the eight of them breathe a sigh of relief. Neil Borough Saint gritted his teeth and said, "Could it be that this guy... has actually lit the lamp? Or did he simply ignite it with his body?"

"No, probably not yet, but I'm afraid he's already very close to the strongest state of Uranus and Neptune," Saint Challorin said gravely. "Let's prepare for the worst, everyone!"

The worst-case scenario... Everyone fell silent.

Meanwhile, Figo, who had bypassed the holy site, was slightly disappointed. If he hadn't been locked in place by an aura upon arriving at the holy site, he would have definitely captured the eight people to gain some experience. But since there were four generals among them, even though the elderly Saint Cherrolin and Raul were only SSR5, it would still take some time.

The guy inside probably won't agree.

Under the influence of Observation Haki, a faint sense of deadly crisis lingered in his heart, a hundred times weaker than it was 25 years ago, but still deadly!

But this time Figo wasn't going to turn around and leave.

He gradually entered a huge garden.

The fragrance of various flowers, defying the season, instantly fills the air.

The aroma is too strong; it's somewhat pungent.

Looking into the distance, a figure dressed in a white veil and wearing a three-finger crown sat in the middle of the garden, with his back to Figo.

He was sitting a few feet taller than Figo, roughly estimated to be six meters tall. His right arm suddenly reached out gently, and a butterfly landed on his fair and smooth fingertips under the moonlight.

No, it wasn't him.

is her.

Woman? Mother?

Figo strode closer.

“Strange, when you came last time, you didn’t have Pluto’s aura on you. Why do you have it this time?” A deep, hoarse voice came from her mouth and entered Figo’s ears.

Of course, it's because I chose to benefit from the power of Pluto, Locus. Oh? This tells me that Pluto is the ship's spirit, is that true?

Figo stood ten meters behind her, sniffing the air.

A rich floral fragrance mixed with a unique body odor emanated from Im.

But this cannot mask the stench!

“I see,” Figo said.

His assessment of Im's strength was extremely flawed. Based on Luffy's performance as the One Piece anime neared its finale, Figo believed that the final boss, Im, could not possibly be upgraded to UR.

Because there's no reason for Luffy to beat UR.

However, he overlooked the fact that there were still more than fifty years before the story began, and he also overlooked this situation.

The floral fragrance emanating from Im couldn't mask the stench of a decaying corpse, telling Figo that the immortality surgery probably wouldn't grant true immortality; she had lived too long, and her body had begun to rot!

It's likely that in just a few years, Im will drop from UR rank to SSR9.

But right now, it's still UR!

But... so what?

Figo suddenly laughed, and the muscles in his upper body suddenly bulged, tearing his clothes apart!

"Stop playing tricks on me with your back turned. No wonder those Celestial Dragons still have faith in you. Come on, stop talking nonsense, let's see if you can kill me first, then you can show off."

"If you can't kill me, I'll beat you to death!"

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Chapter Ninety-Nine: Strange Abilities

when--

The powerful aura stirred up a gale, blowing off Im's three-finger golden crown, which fell to the ground with a sharp sound, sounding solid.

The surrounding flowers and plants swirled upside down, and the white veil draped over Im's body danced in the gale. The unusually strong floral fragrance dissipated, and the putrid stench emanating from her became even stronger than before.

As the light gauze covering her body fluttered, she finally stood up from the chair, turned around, and revealed three intimidating circles in her red pupils.

Figo saw Im's face clearly and realized that he had misjudged her height.

The length of her skirt and the golden crown on her head made Figo think she was four meters tall from a distance, but when she actually stood on the ground, she was less than two meters tall and had to look up at Figo, who had just freed her from death... When she was sitting on the chair earlier, her legs were probably half-suspended in the air, but Figo didn't see it because it was covered by the long white veil.

Her appearance made her movements seem natural; she appeared to be a woman in her early twenties, not unattractive at all, but rather quite pretty, with long eyelashes, a small nose, and even some light makeup to add a touch of color.

But Figo, who had a rough idea of ​​her age, just thought she was pretending to be young.

And perhaps because her body was decaying, Im's face was as pale as a dead person's, and her hair was the pale color of an old person's. So these makeups on her face looked like the makeup of a dead person, adding a touch of gloom.

What caught Figo's attention even more was that there were two red curved horns growing on her forehead, and they were not decorations, but something she was born with!

"He's not an ordinary human? He's not one of the 20 kings!" Figo thought to himself.

None of the Celestial Dragons have horns, and the 20 legendary kings who saved the world were all human. This appearance reminded Figo of Kaido, one of the future Four Emperors from the original work; he seems to be… an oni?

No, not necessarily. Figo suddenly recalled an analysis he had once read. According to the original development, the collector Linlin would say something like this to King, one of Kaido's subordinates: 'Want to become my subordinate? My Whole Cake Island is only three races away from gathering all the races. Your race probably only has you left, and the last one may have already completely disappeared into the annals of history.'

Im's appearance was different not only because of the horn on her forehead, but also because of her red pupils and her face, which looked a little strange and out of place.

Unlike any of Figo's memories!

The three known races are the Embers, the Giants, and the last one, who disappeared in history, could be said to be the Im if they were to appear.

In short, this could not possibly be a pure human!

Why would the descendants of the former 20 kings serve a non-human as their master? Did those 20 kings also serve her as their master? Figo's confusion deepened.

“A lamp that hasn’t even been lit disappears with a gust of wind.” Gazing at Figo, Im said hoarsely, “Tell me, how did you obtain Pluto’s power?”

A faint aura emanated from her body, instantly halting the whirlwind stirred up by Figo's Overlord Color, as if it had been smoothed out and neutralized, leaving no trace.

Even Figo's Observation Haki, which allows him to foresee the future, is completely blank! Ever since entering this flower-filled space, his Observation Haki has been constantly trying to capture a glimpse of the future and Im's actions, but he has been unable to make any predictions!

This is illogical. Even if Im possesses Observation Haki of a higher level than him, he shouldn't be able to completely block out his Observation Haki foresight.

An unknown ability?

A more advanced application of Observation Haki?

Figo didn't know.

He chose to throw a punch directly!

His fully unleashed 66W physique has grown to nearly five meters tall!

The fist, the size of a clay pot, was wrapped in golden light, like a meteorite. As it streaked across the sky, it brought with it a wave of intense heat, shattering space and instantly crushing Im's pale face!

The contrast between five meters and two meters gave Figo a physical advantage over the petite Im, as if he were bullying a child!