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Like Zoro and Sanji, Robin's head is also adorned with a brilliant golden light.

The system classifies investment targets based on the impact that character could have on the world in their original destiny trajectory.

Zoro and Sanji, as the king's twin wings and destined future legends, were naturally classified as gold.

As a descendant of Ohara and a key figure in uncovering the truth of the Void Century, Robin naturally possesses the power to shake the world.

Compared to them, Crocodile, the current Shichibukai and future father of the Cross Guild, seems much less impressive.

If it were Hawkeye or Bucky Barnes, it might even be gold.

"Hey! Am I seeing things?"

The man with black curly hair, Mr. 5, stared in astonishment at the group of people who had fallen from the sky. "They came down from the sky?"

"Huh, could it be someone with a similar ability to mine?"

His partner, the rather charming and adorable Miss Valentine, pouted, "Damn it, the Float-Float Fruit is my unique specialty!"

She made up her mind, "I'm going to kill them!"

Black Robin subtly took two steps back, for some reason she had a bad feeling.

"Kid, are you the reinforcements this woman sent?"

Crocodile frowned slightly as he sized up Damian and his three companions—Bartolomeo, Zoro, and Sanji.

I have absolutely no recollection of it.

That woman was somewhat famous in the East Blue, known as the Swordsman Hunter; otherwise, if she had only defeated a few pirate groups, they wouldn't have gone to her door to invite her.

The people who have appeared now are truly unknown.

"Although I should introduce myself, I doubt you'd remember Mr. Crocodile even if I did."

Damian and his three henchmen landed lightly in front of Kuina. "So, let's try a different way of getting to know each other."

"Zoro."

"Um?"

Zoro stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

Damian pointed to the bald, muscular man behind Crocodile, "That man's name is Daz Bones. He's an assassin from the West Blue. His ability is to turn every part of his body into blades, giving him steel-like defense."

"Excellent!"

Zoro immediately began excitedly tying his scarf, drawing all three swords simultaneously. "There is no more suitable opponent than him!"

"Sanji,"

Damian then pointed to Mr. 2, Sanji, who also has an inextricable entanglement with transvestites. "That guy is also good at kicking techniques. He's yours."

"Um."

Sanji slowly lit a cigarette.

"As for the others,"

Damian tilted his head slightly. "Barto?"

"Ten seconds!"

Barto laughed heartily, "Big brother, I only need ten seconds!"

The West Sea assassin, Daz Bonis, had a cold expression. "It seems like I'm being looked down upon."

"Let's go all out!"

Beside him, his partner Miss, with her blue afro, had many sharp spikes sticking out from her fingers like a sea urchin.

"I'll blow them to smithereens!"

Mr. 5 was somewhat annoyed. Why were Mr. 1 and Mr. 2 treated differently, while they were treated differently from everyone else?

It's decided, let's blow these guys to smithereens!

"So,"

Damian clapped his hands. "Let's go!"

According to the rules of the martial arts world, kings face kings, and generals face generals!

Crocodile's pupils contracted instantly.

What?

"Um?"

Mr. 5, who was just about to make a big splash, suddenly felt a blur before his eyes.

"Barrier Kick!"

His right foot, encased in a pale green barrier, slammed into Mr. 5's face like a missile, before Mr. 5 could even react.

The bomber's cheek was instantly dented by the kick, and the sickening sound of cracking bones even drowned out the sound of the desert wind.

"Huh?"

Miss. On Valentine's Day, she only had time to turn her head in a daze.

"Impact barrier!"

The impenetrable barrier, like a speeding train, slammed into the delicate girl, leaving her sprawled on it like a painting, before she could even scream.

Barto was an egalitarian; he believed men should be beaten up, and women should be beaten up too!

Sanji was practically gritting his teeth at the sight.

"Mr. 4, hurry up—"

The woman, who looked like a mole, was about to burrow underground, but...

"Storm Kick!"

The moment he landed, Barto swung his right leg, unleashing a dazzling vacuum wave that struck the goofy Mr. 4 and the gopher girl directly.

Blood splattered, and the two were sent flying.

Barto had barely steadied himself when, "Shave!"

With a whoosh, he reappeared in front of Miss. Doublefinger, whose face had just shown a look of terror.

"Finger gun".

The finger easily pierced the woman's chest, the force of the impact sending her flying, blood splattering across the sky.

"Don't be so arrogant!"

Mr. 1, as expected of Baroque Works' top executive, had transformed his hands into blades, slashing towards Barto.

but.

"Iron block."

Barto didn't even try to dodge, letting the sharp hand slash at his back, sending sparks flying.

"There's one more."

He simply stared at the pale-faced, dark-skinned beauty.

"...Six Styles?"

Crocodile's face was already ashen. "Are you from the government?"

Then, Robin's expression turned even uglier, and without any hesitation, she turned and tried to run away.

People from the government!

"Barto, that woman has been captured alive."

Damian did not answer Crocodile's question, but simply said calmly.

"learn!"

Then, Robin only felt a blur before her eyes, and a man with a hideous face like a demon was already blocking her way.

"A barrier-like cage!"

A specially made barrier instantly formed, binding Robin tightly like a chain.

The beautiful woman could only fall to the ground in despair.

Or is it simply impossible?

She silently clenched her teeth.

"Brother! Is there even ten seconds?"

Barto turned around with a grin and asked Damian for credit.

"Perfect."

Damian certainly didn't keep track of the time, but that didn't stop him from praising it.

"Let her go!"

Crocodile's left hand turned into sand and swung it at Bartolomeo. He didn't care about anyone else, but Nico Robin had to be safe!

"The Desert Sword!"

The sharp blade formed from yellow sand instantly cleaved the desert in two; this was a sand blade comparable to a swordsman's flying slash!

However, this sharp blade of yellow sand inexplicably broke apart midway, exploding into sand and gravel everywhere.

"What?"

Crocodile paused for a moment, then abruptly turned to Damian. "That's... a thread?"

"Have we been discovered?"

Damian chuckled softly.

This was the first time his trick had been discovered.

As expected of a former top-tier expert, even though his domineering aura and physique have declined significantly, his eyesight still retains some of its former sharpness.

"Similar abilities to Doflamingo's?"

Crocodile stared intently at Damian. "What did the World Government send you here for?"

Damian didn't answer. "Zoro, Sanji, what are you two standing there for?"

"shave!"

Without any hesitation, Sanji also used Shave.

Although much slower than Barto, it was still a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to react to: "Chest!"

The whip-like leg lashed out at Mr. 2's chest.

"Don't underestimate me!"

Sanji wasn't as fast as Bartolomeo, and Mr. 2 was also a cut above the others who had been defeated by Bartolomeo. He actually reacted to Sanji's attack and raised his right leg to block.

but.

"Wow!"

The moment he parried, Mr. 2's expression changed drastically. "So heavy!"

His shinbone was instantly fractured by the kick, and he staggered backward.

Sanji, emboldened by his advantage, shouted, "How dare you bully Kuina and Nami! You'd better be prepared!"

His speed actually increased to another level, "Storm Kick - Lamb Shoot!"

As he launched himself into the air, a long, dazzling trail of smoke trailed behind his right foot, making Sanji look like a shooting star.

"I told you not to underestimate me! This is the Transvestite Fist!"

With a roar, von Clay shouted, "Explosive Swan Dance!"

He also leaped up and met Sanji's flying kick with a flying kick.

Two figures met in mid-air, their feet striking each other simultaneously, and both their expressions changed drastically.

boom!!

With a muffled thud, the two simultaneously kicked each other away.

However, unlike Sanji, Sanji staggered to the ground, clutching his chest and coughing, with a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Meanwhile, von Klay had already spun around and crashed heavily to the ground, half of his body embedded headfirst in the sand.

"hiss--"

Sanji gasped. "Should I learn how to use Iron Body too?"

"Anytime is fine."

Damian chuckled softly.

Although Mr. 2 isn't particularly strong, Sanji's ability to defeat him so quickly shows significant improvement.

Compared to him, Zoro's situation is much more difficult.

"What grudge does that man have against you? Why would he send you to deal with me? I'm the nemesis of swordsmen!"

Mr. 1 completely ignored Zoro's attacks, his hands transforming into blades as he continuously slashed at Zoro.

"Nemesis?"

Zoro smirked as he parried Mr. 1's attacks while constantly looking for an opportunity to retaliate.

However, the sword, which cannot cut through iron, could not cause any damage to Mr. 1.

"You frog in a well! You're nothing but my whetstone!"

The powerful slashes forced Mr. 1 to take a step back.

Zoro, like a ferocious beast, pounced once again, wanting to tear his prey apart.

"What's the point of this?"

Mr. 1 didn't understand why, no matter how hard he attacked, he couldn't shake him in the slightest.

Instead, he seized the opportunity and left numerous wounds on the boy in front of him.

"That's about it."

Kuina, who was watching from the sidelines, suddenly spoke up.

"Um."

Damian nodded slightly. "Zoro, it was already just a little bit short."

As he said this, he casually flicked his right hand, and a long white whip shot out, falling instantly and carving a deep crevice in the desert.

"Mr. Crocodile, don't move."

Crocodile spat out the half-smoked cigar from his mouth, having just tried to take Nico Robin back.

If he hadn't managed to pull back in time, he would have been cleaved in two.

This is not a whip!

This is a slash delivered with a whip as its weapon! And it's imbued with an aura of dominance!

That kid!

At this moment, Zoro fell into an unprecedented calm.

During his fierce battle with an unprecedentedly powerful enemy, he entered a strange state.

All the sounds of the world are fading away.

He has been recalling Damian's previous sword strike for the past two days.

But it always falls short by just a little.

But now that everything has quieted down, he suddenly recalled the strange rhythm emanating from Damian's sword strike.

It seems like breathing.

After sensing the breath within that sword strike, he felt even more rhythmic movements.

The seemingly indestructible iron man before us also exudes a unique rhythm.

"This is it."

Zoro murmured softly, "Three-Sword Style: Demon Slash!"

rub!

The blade sliced ​​through the air, and blood splattered everywhere!