I collect everything in the One Piece world.

He glanced toward the coast, where the remaining two warships and the surviving naval commanders were rapidly approaching and should be able to land and assemble soon.

So if we can just delay them a little longer and get them ashore, we can prevent Mosen from having the opportunity to attack them with artillery fire again.

The three fought fiercely for a short time, with flashing swords and clashing energy, but none of them could gain the upper hand.

However, Onigumo and Doberman gradually calmed down and were no longer as impatient as before.

They stopped being in a hurry to achieve quick results and instead adopted a more stable, even somewhat protracted, approach.

Their intention was obvious: they were stalling for time, waiting for reinforcements to arrive and form an encirclement. At that point, no matter how strong Mo Sen was or how skilled he was with his sword, he would not escape defeat.

However, they had stabilized, but Morsen had no intention of continuing to entangle with them.

clang!

After another fierce collision, Mosen used the momentum to leap back lightly, creating distance between himself and the two.

With a flick of his wrist, he sheathed the Snow Walker with a "whoosh," leaving only the eerie purplish-black blade of the Sandai Kitetsu pointing diagonally at the ground.

He patted several sore and numb spots on his body from enduring the attack; these were the lingering effects of the impact after his Armament Haki had been highly concentrated. The wild smile on his face faded, replaced by a serious scrutiny.

"Warm-up and practice time are over." Mosen flicked his wrist holding the knife, his gaze calmly sweeping over the solemn-faced Onigumo and Doberman.

“My time is very precious, and I don’t have time to spend with you two all the time, so from now on, I need to be more serious.”

"Insanity!"

"How arrogant!"

Upon hearing this, Doberman and Ghost Spider felt a surge of anger rising within them.

Delaying time is one thing, but to be so contemptuously regarded by the opponent as a "warm-up" and "training" is an utter disgrace to the proud and arrogant lieutenant general of headquarters!

In their view, they weren't really helpless against this kid!

"You brat, you're asking for death!" Doberman roared angrily, his face contorted with rage. His aura surged, and the long sword in his hand emitted a low hum as he prepared to pounce again.

Onigumo's eyes were also sinister, and he slightly adjusted the angle of his eight blades, his killing intent intensifying. He was clearly enraged and preparing to launch an even more ferocious killing move.

However, before they could strike, Morsen acted even faster.

Just as the two were about to unleash their anger, Mo Sen squatted down and pressed his left hand, fingers spread, onto the cracked ground beneath his feet.

"Erosion of reincarnation".

There was no earth-shattering noise, only a calm whisper.

But the next moment, an invisible wave carrying a sense of dryness and death spread out from the center of Mosen's palm!

Wherever the wave spread, the solid ground, broken bricks and stones, and even the remaining water stains lost all their color in the blink of an eye, turning into fine, dry yellow sand!

Moreover, the area of ​​desertification is rapidly expanding. In just a few breaths, it has turned nearly a hundred meters around, including the area under the feet of Ghost Spider and Doberman, into a turbulent desert!

"What?!" The two people's expressions changed drastically. What they felt under their feet was no longer a solid touch, but the heart-stopping softness and suction of quicksand.

"Desert sunflower!"

Mosen slightly lifted his hand that was pressing on the ground again, and closed his five fingers.

Instantly, the sand beneath their feet churned violently, and the central area collapsed rapidly, forming a huge, swirling vortex of quicksand. A terrifying suction force emanated from the center of the vortex, threatening to drag the two into the endless abyss of the sand sea!

At the same time, on the surrounding sand dunes formed from the sandy remnants of buildings, countless sharp desert blades materialized and rained down on the two people trapped in the quicksand like a storm!

"Moonwalk!"

Doberman and Onigumo reacted extremely quickly, the air beneath their feet exploding as they used Moonwalk to leap into the air, attempting to escape the quicksand's range.

But the dense barrage of desert blades blocked most of their dodge space, forcing them to swing their swords to parry.

The clanging sounds were incessant. Although the sand blades could be shattered by the domineering aura, there were simply too many of them, and they were continuous, which greatly disrupted their Moonwalk rhythm and consumed their stamina.

Like birds stuck in a swamp, the two could not maintain their airborne state and were forced to fall again.

Below them was the ever-expanding vortex of quicksand!

"Damn it! It's a Logia-type ability!" Doberman roared, slashing his sword and shattering several sand blades, but his feet sank into quicksand again, and his body slid involuntarily toward the center of the vortex.

"He actually 'collected' and used Crocodile's abilities too!" Onigumo felt an even greater chill in his heart.

The previous act of "collecting" and reflecting artillery fire was already terrifying enough, but now he has demonstrated such masterful Sand-Sand Fruit abilities...

Blackmosen's abilities are simply unfathomable, completely exceeding their expectations!

Shocked as they were, their combat prowess as lieutenant generals brought them back to their senses immediately.

Oni Spider's eyes flashed with malice. He activated "Shave" repeatedly, leaving a trail of afterimages as he moved at high speed across the quicksand, attempting to break free of this damned desert at top speed.

His hair controlled six long swords, like six agile spider legs, not only helping him maintain his balance and gain leverage on the quicksand, but also dancing like the wind, shattering all the sand blades that were shot at him.

He was incredibly fast, and was about to break out of the quicksand. He had even locked onto Mo Sen, who was watching the show on the sand not far away. Eight knives were poised to strike, ready to unleash a thunderous attack!

Mosen noticed the ghostly figure approaching like a phantom, but his face showed no panic, and even the mocking smile on his lips remained unchanged.

He simply raised his right hand again and snapped his fingers lightly in the direction the Oni Spider was charging from.

Snapped!

The crisp snap of fingers was barely audible amidst the howling wind and sand.

But in the next instant, directly in front of Onigumo's charging path, the invisible air suddenly rippled out like water.

An air portal, its edges shimmering with spatial ripples, appeared out of thin air without warning! And it opened so suddenly, so perfectly!

"What?!" Alarm bells rang in Onigumo's mind, but he was too fast and could only watch helplessly as he crashed headfirst into that strange invisible door!

The next instant, the scene before my eyes changed instantly. It was no longer the endless yellow sand and the distant Morsen, but a familiar face, Doberman, right in front of me, filled with astonishment and anger!

puff!

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out clearly.

The long sword in Onigumo's hand, infused with powerful Armament Haki and originally aimed at Morsen's heart, is now piercing Doberman's right abdomen, who has just leaped up from the other side in an attempt to escape the quicksand's range!

Several of the blades he controlled from the side, which were manipulated by his hair, pierced Doberman's arm or grazed his body, leaving a trail of blood!

"Ugh!" Doberman let out a painful groan, looking down in disbelief at the long knife that had plunged into his abdomen, then suddenly looking up at Onigumo, who was standing close by, his face equally shocked and bewildered.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The quicksand continued to churn, and the sand blades continued to fly, but the two elite vice admirals from the Navy Headquarters achieved the first truly effective hit in this battle in an absurd and tragic way.

Unfortunately, the targets that were effectively hit were not the enemy, but his own comrades and colleagues.

Mosen stood on the sand not far away, a bright smile on his face, and nodded with great satisfaction.

"Not bad, it seems that the Door-Door Fruit's 'air door opening' combined with the Sand-Sand Fruit's quicksand restraint effect is quite good."

"Speaking of which, Lieutenant General Onigumo's swordsmanship is really sharp. Lieutenant General Doberman didn't even have time to react before he was hit. How interesting, hahaha!"

Chapter 154, The Tragic Situation of Doberman and Onigumo, the Unsolvable Compound Fruit Ability

"Ugh... Damn it!!" The excruciating pain in his abdomen contorted Doberman's face instantly, but what he found even more unacceptable was the source of this injury.

The intense pain, the frustration of a thwarted battle, and the humiliation of this absurd accidental injury continued to boil in his chest.

He coughed up a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes bloodshot, staring at the Ghost Spider who was close at hand and looked equally shocked and bewildered. Then he turned sharply to Mo Sen, who was not far away, looking relaxed and even mocking. His anger was almost bursting out of his skull.

"Swish!" He pulled the knife that the Oni Spider had stabbed into his body out directly, and then used the technique of the Iron Block to forcibly stop the bleeding.

Although this would worsen his injuries, what he needed right now was to be able to continue fighting, and carrying a knife was clearly not an option.

Onigumo was feeling equally terrible at this moment. His long-awaited all-out attack not only missed, but also hit his own people squarely!

This unprecedented mistake and the ensuing sense of humiliation enraged him.

He looked at the blood seeping from Doberman's body, wanting to say something, but the words caught in his throat, choked by extreme anger and the pride of a vice admiral.

"Don't overthink it! The most important thing is to take care of that guy quickly!" Doberman could see the frustration in Onigumo's heart, so he took the initiative to persuade him.

Upon hearing this, Onigumo's emotions transformed into an overwhelming killing intent towards Morsen. He abruptly turned his head, all eight blades pointing at Morsen simultaneously, his eyes as cold as ice, and his deep voice squeezed out from between his teeth: "Bryan Morsen!!!"

“Anger is the most useless emotion,” Mosen said nonchalantly, not intending to give them any chance to catch their breath.

Just as Oni Spider's killing intent surged and he hadn't finished speaking, Mosen raised his hand again, his five fingers clenching in the air towards the two people in the distance.

"Sand-bound coffin!"

As he whispered, the already surging yellow sand around him became even more violent, emitting a deafening roar!

No longer the quicksand vortex that primarily trapped the enemy, but countless sand waves, like giant yellow pythons, frantically pounced on Doberman and Ghost Spider from all directions, then wrapped around them!

The sand waves were larger and faster than before, almost completely blocking all their escape routes.

"Slash!" Onigumo roared, his eight swords swirling into a dense net of blades, shattering all the sand waves rushing towards him.

Despite the excruciating pain, Doberman swung his longsword rapidly, the surging and heavy blade energy cleaving through the surrounding sand waves.

But the domineering nature of Logia-type abilities lies in the fact that as long as you have enough stamina, the corresponding substances can be continuously generated.

Therefore, under Mosen's control, the surrounding sand waves seemed endless, and after one wave was shattered, another wave immediately surged up.

Moreover, because Morsen's control was so meticulous, the sand seemed to possess a kind of sentience, specifically seeking out gaps in their attacks and moments of respite to entangle and attack them.

To make matters worse, the sand beneath their feet was still soft and quicksand, which greatly restricted their movement and ability to exert force.

A cold glint flashed in Onigumo's eyes, and he quickly activated "Moonwalk" and "Shave" with his feet, making his figure flash rapidly in the limited space to maneuver like a ghost.

He tried to find an opening to break through the encirclement of the sand waves and go straight for Mosen's main body. Once he got close, he was confident that he could use the Eight-Sword Style to tear his opponent to pieces!

However, Mosen's Observation Haki and perception had already enveloped the surrounding space through the yellow sand, so Onigumo's intentions were easily discerned.

Just as the Ghost Spider's figure swayed, about to break through a relatively weak area of ​​the sandstorm, as Mosen raised his hand, the air in front of him rippled again, and that damned air door opened silently once more!

However, Onigumo had already learned his lesson once, so he was more alert this time. He twisted his body and narrowly missed the door, avoiding being teleported.

However, upon seeing this, Mosen's lips curled into a cold smile.

The next second, another air door appeared in front of Onigumo, who had just avoided the frontal air door.

Not only that, the third and fourth doors also opened one after another along the path he could possibly dodge!

Onigumo was as if trapped in an invisible spatial maze, and after each dodge and maneuver, he would crash into a door that suddenly opened!

He felt so frustrated he wanted to vomit blood. He swung his eight knives wildly, but could only strike empty air.

"Damn it!!" Onigumo roared, he had never fought such a frustrating battle.