I collect everything in the One Piece world.

Looking at the two figures rushing towards the clock tower from the ruins below, Mo Sen said in a deep voice, "The two most troublesome 'guests' have come ashore and are heading towards me."

"Leave them to me. The other naval officers and soldiers who land are yours."

"understand!"

"Leave it to us!"

"Captain, watch out!"

The others responded in unison.

“Oh, right,” Mosen added, remembering something else, “If you see any CP9 guys later, remember to ‘take care’ of them first, especially that Spandam. Don’t let him get away; he’s very useful to me.”

"Understood!" Robin replied in a deep voice, indicating that she would personally take care of this guy.

After hanging up the Den Den Mushi, Morsen turned his gaze back to the two rapidly approaching figures, and then slowly raised his hand.

With a slight flash of light, two "collectible stickers" emanating different auras appeared in his palm.

A sticker with a dark yellow color and a sand-like pattern on the edges—that's the sticker for the [Sand-Sand Fruit Ability].

One sticker features a simple yet mysterious door design, with its edges shimmering like ripples in space—it's the newly acquired "Door-Door Fruit Ability" sticker.

Without any hesitation, Mosen gently patted the two stickers onto his chest.

As the sticker instantly merged into his body, a strange sensation flowed through his limbs and bones. Logia and Paramecia abilities circulated within him, forming a peculiar balance.

Then he took out a "lucky sticker" that emitted a light red glow and slapped it into his body, giving himself another layer of good luck buff.

"Alright, the opening is over, let's begin the main course." Mo Sen cracked his neck, his bones making a slight popping sound, and his dark eyes burned with a fierce fighting spirit.

"An elite vice admiral from the Navy Headquarters..."

"I hope your strength will excite me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bricks at the top of the clock tower cracked instantly, and his figure swooped down like an arrow, heading towards the direction from which Onigumo and Doberman were attacking!

The wind howled in his ears, the city rushed past beneath his feet, and Mosen swooped down at an incredible speed, his black figure almost whistling as it scraped against the air.

Below, Ghost Spider and Doberman also exerted their power at the same time. The two of them charged towards Morsen from the left and right, like two cannonballs fired from the barrel!

Three sharp auras collided in the air, stirring up invisible air waves that dispersed the dust on the ground.

Fifty meters, thirty meters, ten meters!

The distance instantly closed!

"Die!!!" Doberman roared first, his burly body bursting with astonishing speed that was disproportionate to his size. Cracks exploded on the ground beneath his feet as he used the force to leap into the air. The sword in his hand, which was wider and thicker than an ordinary longsword, was covered with inky black Armament Haki, exuding a heavy and solid sense of oppression.

He didn't use any fancy sword techniques; it was just the simplest, most direct, and most ferocious slash.

The blade tore through the air with a muffled roar, slashing down towards Mosen. Even before the blade arrived, the immense pressure had already descended.

"Well done!" Mo Sen's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Without dodging or avoiding, he drew his demon sword, the Sandai Kitetsu, with a clang!

The eerie pale purple blade was also completely covered by a dense, dark Armament Haki, and emitted an excited chime the moment it was drawn from its sheath.

Instead of using deflection or clever techniques, he flicked his wrist and sent the Ghost Blade flying upwards, meeting Doberman's blade with the same fierce and unparalleled power!

A real man faces challenges head-on!

Clang!

Two blades, imbued with top-tier Armament Haki, clashed violently! The ear-piercing, teeth-grinding sound of metal striking metal exploded, causing the glass windows of nearby dilapidated buildings to shatter, and even the naval soldiers further away involuntarily covered their ears.

At the center of the collision, black arcs of electricity leaped and flickered wildly—the product of the fierce clash and annihilation of two powerful and domineering forces!

The violent airflow suddenly exploded from the point where the blades met, swirling up rubble and debris from the ground and pushing it aside.

Doberman felt as if his blade had struck an iron mountain. The expected devastating force did not materialize. Instead, a terrifying and overwhelming recoil force emanated from the blade, causing his arm to go numb and his tiger's mouth to ache slightly!

A flicker of disbelief crossed his eyes. This Blackmosen actually possessed such terrifying power?!

At the very instant their twin swords clashed and their energy exploded, Onigumo, who had been lurking nearby like a venomous snake, also moved.

His figure flashed like a ghost, instantly cutting into the blind spot to Morsen's left. The long sword at his waist was already drawn, its gleaming blade also wrapped with condensed, jet-black Armament Haki.

There was no earth-shattering display, only a cold, swift, and extremely precise glint of light piercing directly into the gap under Mo Sen's ribs.

This slash was fast, accurate, and ruthless, embodying the essence of his meticulously honed killing technique, aiming for a fatal blow!

However, as if he had anticipated this, the moment the Oni Spider moved, his left hand also moved, and the Snow was drawn from its sheath!

Yukari's aura lacked the eerie quality of the Sandai Kitetsu. Her sword light was like water, clear and cold. The moment it was drawn, it was also stained with a dark and domineering aura, blocking the path of Onigumo's sinister slash!

Clang!

The second, piercing chord sounded almost immediately after the first!

Yukari precisely parried Onigumo's thrust, and a burst of dazzling sparks erupted from the blade.

Onigumo felt an incredibly strong resistance coming from the tip of the blade, as if he had struck not the blade itself, but an invisible iron wall.

He hadn't expected that Morsen, while fully engaged in fighting Doberman, could also multitask and block his fatal blow with such precision and speed.

Moreover, the power of that block... it's simply inhuman!

Mosen's feet were firmly planted on the cracked ground. He leaned forward slightly and used both swords to withstand the full force of the attack from two elite vice admirals from the Navy Headquarters!

The demon sword Onikiri and Doberman's longsword were locked in a fierce battle, while the famous sword Yubashiri and Onigumo's longsword faced off head-on.

Four blades, imbued with top-tier Armament Haki, remained locked in mid-air, black arcs of electricity constantly exploding and scattering. The ground beneath the three could not withstand the terrifying pressure and collapsed with a deafening roar, spiderweb-like cracks spreading wildly outwards.

Doberman's arm muscles bulged, veins throbbed on his forehead, and he pressed all his strength into the hilt of the sword, but he couldn't reduce the weight of the Onikiri even slightly.

Onigumo's wrist trembled slightly as he tried to change his sword path, but he found that Yuki's blade was like a leech, clinging tightly to his blade tip. No matter how much power he exerted, he could not advance an inch, nor could he easily withdraw his attack.

Mosen was caught in the middle of the two men's attack, enduring terrifying pressure from both sides, but his upright body remained motionless. He even slowly grinned, revealing a set of white teeth and displaying a wild, unrestrained, and battle-ready smile.

"Is this all the strength the lieutenant general has? I'm somewhat disappointed!"

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As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Sen's arms suddenly jerked!

A force even more violent and ferocious than before surged from his arms holding the knife towards the blade!

boom!

The previously stalemate was instantly shattered!

Doberman and Onigumo felt the power emanating from the blade suddenly increase, as if they had been struck hard by two ancient sea kings!

The two men's expressions changed simultaneously. They were involuntarily thrown backward by the immense force, each step leaving deep footprints on the ground. It took them several steps to regain their balance. Their wrists, which were gripping the knife, felt numb and sore. Their eyes, as they looked at Mo Sen, were filled with unprecedented solemnity and horror.

This strength is inhuman! What did this guy eat to grow up with such strength?!

Ghost Spider and Doberman's hearts sank. Their first encounter with the opponent's tyrannical and unreasonable power had already served as a warning to them.

But as elite vice admirals of the Navy Headquarters, having experienced countless bloody battles, their pride and resilience do not allow them to back down or show weakness.

"Eight-Sword Style Spider Web!" Onigumo's eyes were icy cold, and he held nothing back.

He held a long sword in each hand, and at the same time, his signature long hair began to writhe and spread out as if it were alive.

Like six flexible tentacles, each tuft of hair tightly wrapped around a sharp longsword of the same design!

In addition to the two longswords he held in his hands, a total of eight longswords were spread out around him, flashing with cold light, crisscrossing and intersecting, instantly forming a dense "spider web of swords" filled with the aura of death, in combination with his strange and swift movements.

His figure became elusive, and eight knives stabbed, slashed, cut, and parried from incredible angles, launching cunning and ruthless attacks that targeted Mo Sen's vital points and defensive gaps.

On the other side, Doberman also took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood and qi, his eyes flashing even more fiercely.

He no longer rushed to attack, but instead lowered his stance and concentrated all his strength and domineering aura into one place.

The thick, long sword in his hand was covered with a jet-black Armament Haki that was almost tangible. The blade seemed to flow with an inky luster, radiating a heavy pressure that made one's heart tremble.

Each of his strikes was powerful and sweeping, though not as agile as the Ghost Spider, his power was terrifying, enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, forcing Morsen to concentrate on either taking the blow head-on or dodging it.

"Again!"

Faced with the two lieutenant generals unleashing their full power without reservation, Mo Sen was not surprised but delighted, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.

He let out a low shout, and instead of retreating, he advanced, wielding the Sandai Kitetsu and Yubashiri, and deliberately charged into the deadly net of blades and heavy slashes!

Clang! Clang! Boom!

The sounds of metal clashing instantly merged into a dense, rain-like chorus.

Sparks, shattered blade energy, and overflowing domineering aura exploded continuously in the center of the three-way battle, cutting the surrounding ground and ruins beyond recognition.

Onigumo's Eight-Sword Style is like a persistent ailment, attacking from all directions with tricky angles and extremely fast speed. Often, just as Mosenga was blocking Doberman's heavy slash, several cold blades would strike his vital points.

Doberman's heavy slashes were like battering rams, each strike carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, forcing Morsen to use considerable strength to parry, otherwise he would find it difficult to escape easily.

Mosen wielded his twin swords with such force that water could not penetrate them. The combination of Yuki's lightness and agility with the eerie and unpredictable nature of Onikiri, along with his unparalleled strength and increasingly acute Observation Haki, allowed him to maintain his footing amidst the combined attacks of the two vice admirals.

Sometimes he would use the Ghostly Strike to directly counter Doberman's heavy strikes, causing the opponent's hands to go numb; other times he would use the Snow Dance to create a screen of sword shadows and light, accurately deflecting several sword lights that the Ghost Spider attacked from a blind spot.

His figure weaved through the flashing swords, as slippery as a fish and as steady as a rock.

Of course, at the same time, he could also feel the pressure during the battle, immense pressure!

After all, the strength of the elite vice admirals of the Navy Headquarters is no joke, but this is also an excellent whetstone!

Mosen could clearly feel that in this intense life-or-death struggle, his swordsmanship, the hardening and flow of Armament Haki, and even his prediction and perception of Observation Haki were improving at an unprecedented speed!

Every ounce of his potential was squeezed out and transformed into real combat power.

This feeling of dancing on the edge of a knife and breaking through between life and death made his blood boil and he became more and more courageous in battle!

That's so interesting!

He had a great time fighting, but Ghost Spider and Doberman became increasingly frightened and frustrated as the fight went on.

Even with two elite lieutenant generals working together, they still couldn't defeat a young man. Instead, they could feel that the opponent was like a sponge, constantly absorbing their combat experience and turning their offensives into nutrients for growth.

What infuriated them even more was that Morsen had excellent control over the rhythm of the fight. When they clashed in strength, his arms would go numb, and when faced with tricky sneak attacks, he would dodge or block them with his keen Observation Haki and agile movements.

Occasionally, when an unavoidable blade struck Mosen, it would be blocked by the increasingly solid Armament Haki on his body, which seemed to have a strange luster, leaving at most a faint white mark that would disappear in an instant.

"This damn guy is using us as whetstones!" Doberman roared inwardly, his blade thrusting even harder, but he felt as if he were sinking into a quagmire.

Ghost Spider's eyes grew colder, and he wielded his eight swords more rapidly, searching for a seemingly nonexistent flaw in Morsen's defenses.

He was equally astonished by the speed of Mosen's progress, but he was also observing and calculating.