One Piece: Kaido's adopted son, starts with the Eight Gates Formation.

The high priest's smile remained gentle, but he merely waved his scepter lightly.

hum!

The laws of the entire world, no, the entire universe, were rewritten in that instant.

The future timeline, which had been ravaged by Lingita and the combined Zamasu, along with the ruins of the God-Slaying Island where Kaido and the others were located, vanished into thin air, like a drawing erased by an eraser.

Instead, there was an absolute "nothingness".

There is no up or down, no left or right, no passage of time, and no existence of matter.

There was only one enormous arena, suspended in the void, made of an unknown divine metal.

Immediately afterwards, a flash of light appeared.

Warriors from Universe 13 and Universe 7 were simultaneously teleported to opposite sides of the arena.

The two sides faced each other from a distance, and an invisible tension began to spread wildly in this absolute nothingness.

However, a discordant disturbance arose within the Seventh Universe team.

"That...that brat...and that stupid dragon..."

Frieza's elegant figure trembled uncontrollably when he saw the two-year-old child and Kaido of the Beasts, who was surrounded by an ominous aura, on the other side of the arena.

The fear etched deep within his soul, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly shattered all his dignity as the emperor of the universe.

The golden demon who treated him like a ball and slapped him into the core of the moon.

That monster who, with only two powers activated, nearly killed his Super Saiyan 2 nemesis Vegeta.

How did these two end up together?!

Frieza's first thought was to escape!

Get as far away as possible!

However, the moment he made a move, a cold, emotionless gaze fell upon him.

It is Beerus, the God of Destruction.

Beerus merely glanced at him indifferently and said nothing.

But Frieza felt as if the malice of the entire universe was choking him, his body stiffening and unable to move.

He could only manage a smile that was more like a grimace, and cowered behind the tall and imposing Toppo, trying to use the broad back of the candidate God of Destruction to shield himself from the devilish gaze that he would never forget.

The High Priest seemed completely oblivious to the farce unfolding around him, hovering in the center of the arena as he made a gentle announcement.

"Then, let's begin the first preliminary battle."

"To ensure fairness, the participants will be selected by drawing lots."

As soon as he finished speaking, two virtual screens appeared in front of both teams, with countless names scrolling rapidly across them.

"Ding!"

The light screen of the thirteenth universe was the first to stop.

Three large characters appeared above.

Hawkeye Mihawk.

It's him.

The man who just held the black knife and closed his eyes to rest from beginning to end.

Kaido and Big Mom were not surprised by this result.

This man's strength is undeniable; he is definitely among the top tier in their universe.

Meanwhile, in the seventh universe...

The screen is still scrolling.

"Let me go."

A composed figure in green stepped forward.

It's Bick.

Gohan looked at him with some concern: "Uncle Piccolo, the other guy is a swordsman, and... I can't sense his ki at all, it's very strange."

"That's precisely why they want me to go."

Bick cracked his shoulders, his joints popping, a confident smile on his face.

"A pure swordsman's attack methods are relatively limited. My regenerative abilities and various tactics are perfect for countering him. Let me secure this opening victory for our Universe 7!"

Beerus yawned, offering no comment.

Goku nodded excitedly, "Yeah! Piccolo, go for it!"

Upon seeing this, the High Priest smiled and nodded, and the light screen disappeared.

"Match 1, Universe 13, Hawkeye Mihawk vs. Universe 7, Piccolo."

As the announcement was made, the figures of the others automatically disappeared from the arena and were teleported to the special spectator seats.

On the enormous arena, only the two remaining figures faced each other from a distance.

Piccolo assumed his classic fighting stance, his muscles tense, his aura slowly rising, and he was on high alert.

However, his opponent, Hawkeye, remained in the same position, with his eyes closed, seemingly resting.

He didn't even draw his sword.

He just stood there quietly, one hand resting on the hilt of the huge black cross-shaped sword behind him.

one second.

two seconds.

ten seconds.

Hawkeye remained motionless.

But cold sweat began to trickle down Bick's forehead.

Such a strong sense of oppression!

This pressure does not originate from "qi" (vital energy).

It was a purer, more primal feeling, as if being targeted by a ferocious beast from ancient times.

He felt that every inch of his skin, every cell, was completely locked onto by the other party's invisible "gaze," and no matter how he moved, he could not escape the other party's attack range.

Can't wait any longer!

A fierce glint flashed in Piccolo's eyes, and he launched the first attack!

"drink!"

His right arm suddenly stretched forward like a cannonball, aiming straight for Hawkeye's face.

But this was just a feint!

The instant his arm was halfway out, he brought two fingers of his other hand together, aiming them at his temple.

"Special Beam Cannon!"

The spiraling beam of destruction, faster than an arm, struck first and then struck Hawkeye's heart!

Faced with this sudden and tricky combination of attacks, Hawkeye finally made a move.

He didn't even open his eyes.

He simply took a step to the left, without making a sound.

With just this one step, it seemed to traverse the distance of space, miraculously dodging both the outstretched arm and the deadly beam of light.

Just as his foot landed.

Clang!

A clear, resonant sound of a blade ringing out.

Black Blade Night, unsheathed!

A jet-black slash, almost invisible to the naked eye, flashed through the air.

The slash was not large; in fact, it could be described as slender.

It did not generate devastating wind pressure, nor did it possess the terrifying power to tear space apart.

It was simply a pure, pitch-black line, condensed to its extreme...

puff!

Piccolo's special beam cannon, powerful enough to pierce a planet, was silently cleaved in two the instant it made contact with the black line, like a hot knife through butter, grazing Hawkeye's sides as it flew into the endless void.

The speed of that black line did not decrease in the slightest!

Startled, Bick could only hastily retract his arm to block.

next second.

A deep wound appeared on his strong arm.

"What?!"

Gohan, Krillin, and the others in the stands gasped in surprise.

Bick is injured!

"Hmph, did it block it?" Vegeta curled his lip in disdain.

But soon, his expression changed.

Because when Piccolo was injured in the ring, what appeared on his face was not pain, but extreme shock and incomprehension!

Green blood was flowing from his severed arm, and the muscles around the wound were writhing wildly, trying to heal.

But they can't!

The pitch-black wound seemed to be covered by some strange law, a pure "destructive" intent that was constantly eroding his cells and preventing his regeneration!

"This...this is..."

Looking at his arm, which was slow to heal, Bick felt a sense of unease for the first time.

The Namekians' proud regenerative abilities were rendered useless in front of this man!

In the spectator stands.

Lynn yawned.

Advanced application of Armament Haki, causing internal damage.

Integrate it into the strike, directly destroying life at the cellular level.

For the Namekians, who rely on cell activity for regeneration, this is indeed a natural enemy.

Hawkeye has really put in a lot of effort in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

On the ring, Bick made a quick decision.

He gritted his teeth and deliberately tore off his injured arm!

The severed arm fell to the ground and quickly turned to ashes.

And on his shoulder, a brand new arm regrowed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although it was extremely costly, they finally managed to get rid of that strange destructive force.

"It seems that close combat is not working for me."

Bikra distanced himself from Hawkeye, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

The next moment, he took a deep breath, and his body began to split apart.

One divides into two, two divides into four, four divides into eight...

In the blink of an eye, the entire ring was filled with hundreds of identical Piccolos!

"That trick won't work on me."

Hawkeye finally opened his sharp, eagle-like golden eyes and spoke calmly.

"Yeah?"

Hundreds of Bicks sneered simultaneously, and then, at the same time, stretched out their hands!

This time, they did not use the Special Beam Cannon.

Instead, they used another move—an explosion wave!

Hundreds of energy waves simultaneously bombarded Eagle Eye in the center of the arena from all directions, without any blind spots!

Boom boom boom boom boom!

The entire Boundless Realm seemed to tremble violently under this terrifying saturation bombardment!

"Well done, Bick!" Klin shouted excitedly.

However, when the smoke and dust from the explosion cleared...

Everyone's smiles froze.

Hawkeye remained standing in the same spot.

He didn't even change his posture.

Around his body, a perfect spherical defensive net appeared, composed of countless fine, precise, jet-black slashes!

All the blast waves were blocked by this "cocoon of sword energy" and failed to harm him in the slightest.

"How... is this possible..."

Hundreds of Bicks simultaneously wore expressions of utter disbelief.

This is no longer just about being strong.

The other party's perception ability is simply like... an omniscient and omnipotent god!

"it's over."

Hawkeye declared calmly.

He withdrew all his strikes and slowly raised the black sword, Night, in his hand.

This time, he did not unleash any flying slashes.

He simply, with a speed that seemed extremely slow but was actually faster than the concept of time, gently... swung his sword down towards the hundreds of Piccolos ahead, towards this space.

There was no sword energy.

There was no light.

There was nothing there.

But all of Piccolo's bodies froze at that moment.

Their bodies were neatly sliced ​​in half by an invisible line, then turned into specks of light and dissipated into the air.

Only one original body remained, still standing in the same spot.

But a thin line also appeared on his body, running from head to toe.

He was not cut off.

But his fighting spirit, his will to fight, everything about him, seemed to have been completely severed by this sword.

thump.

Piccolo knelt down, then collapsed backward, falling out of the ring.