One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Roger looked away from the battlefield.

He stared intently at Chen Ye's profile.

He rubbed his right thumb against the hilt of the famous sword "Ace".

It kept rubbing against the wall.

Cold metal.

He lowered his voice.

"So, is that enough?"

Also, should we make a move now?

Rocks also looked over.

His eyes were so sinister they could drip water.

He didn't speak.

His lips were pressed into a sharp line.

Chen Ye ignored him.

She pursed her lips.

His hand was still in his pocket.

The knuckle of the thumb tapped twice on the fabric.

The battlefield was devastated.

Explosion sound.

The sound of gravel breaking.

A roar.

But he stood ramrod straight.

It was as loose as a boneless noodle.

They were completely out of place in this terrible environment.

Chen Ye's gaze pierced through the smoke of gunpowder.

It fell upon Satan Saint.

The mangled spider body crawled on the ground.

Three of the eight legs were broken.

The outer shell of the joint was shattered like a saw.

The black divine power was smeared on like tar.

I want to fix it.

But Chen Ye wasn't looking at that.

His gaze went downwards.

Lock onto Satan Saint's chest.

A depression about the width of a palm.

The dent is not large.

The depth is only about three fingers' width.

But gray specks of light seeped out from its edges.

Like a swarm of fireflies that refuse to leave.

It stubbornly clung to the edge of the wound.

It slowly gnawed at the surrounding black divine power.

The power of darkness surged forth relentlessly.

again and again.

All of Luffy's shattered armor has been repaired.

All the broken legs.

All the torn muscles.

But I just can't get rid of that dent.

The gray light remained still.

Like a steel nail driven into the heart.

It can't be pulled out.

It can't be integrated.

The black divine power could only futilely slip across its surface.

Chen Ye looked at it for two seconds.

Expressionless.

He looked back.

"That's about it."

The three words sound so light and airy.

Roger's brow furrowed even more.

But he didn't ask any further questions.

He knew Chen Ye had more to say.

Lockes also narrowed his eyes.

The pupils shrank to a slit.

Chen Ye turned his head away.

A soft crack came from my cervical spine.

"Click".

His gaze swept over the other four items.

The pig of the Sacred Vocuri had several fist marks on its body.

The deepest hole was dented by a punch.

You can see the dark red muscles.

The bird of Mazsaint has cracks at the base of its wings.

It cracks and then closes again every time it flaps.

Nassuro Sei's bone sword has a nick.

A grain of rice is wide.

But for a good knife...

This is equivalent to rendering it useless.

Peter Saint's earthworm scales fell off in large patches.

The grayish-white skin was exposed.

Like a snake whose skin has been forcibly peeled off.

Chen Ye absorbed all the information within two seconds.

He spoke.

The voice was not loud.

But every word penetrated their ears.

The explosions on the battlefield made way for him.

"Im still has energy to spare."

Roger stopped rubbing the scabbard.

Lox's pupils contracted.

Chen Ye's black hair fluttered wildly in the air blast.

He paused for a moment.

"She's now focusing all her mental energy on surrounding and killing Luffy. Her coordination is evolving. The interval between the coordination of her five bodies has been compressed from 0.3 seconds to a fraction of a second. She's practically one person now."

Chen Ye spoke in a calm and unhurried tone.

Like a tactical analyst.

"But... this isn't her limit yet."

He paused.

The next sentence is very important.

"Furthermore, I've observed that Im has already discovered Nikola Luffy's weakness."

Roger's voice rose a half octave.

"Chen Ye. What do you mean? What weakness?"

Lockes didn't say anything.

His body leaned forward two inches.

His eyes showed more alertness.

Chen Ye raised his chin.

He gestured for them to look at the battlefield.

"Didn't you notice?"

His gaze returned to the battlefield.

Slow down your speech.

"The demonic body controlled by Im. Although Luffy always beats him badly—his carapace shatters, his spider legs break, his earthworms are smashed into the ground, and his monster bird's wings are plucked—he always manages to regenerate quickly."

Roger and Rocks turned their attention back to the battlefield.

really.

Just as Chen Ye was speaking.

Luffy sent Vochury flying with a single punch.

The fist smashed a dent the size of a washbasin into the pig's belly.

The dull thud of bones breaking could be heard.

But the pig rolled twice and then stood up.

I dug the ground a couple of times.

Black mist spewed from its nostrils.

The dent disappeared within three seconds.

Not a single scar was left.

Luffy's forehead was sweating even more than it had ten minutes ago.

Drop by drop, it slid down.

The white mist was sprayed out quickly.

The situation changed from stable to urgent.

Chen Ye's voice rang in their ears.

Like a nail.

"And the damage Luffy inflicts on them is getting lower and lower. The same punch to Sacred Worthy ...

Chen Ye paused for a moment.

"Clearly, Im has discovered the issue with Luffy's endurance in his Nikka form."

Chen Ye's voice became even.

It was flat, almost cruel.

"So what appears to be her taking a beating is actually her wearing down Luffy's time. The Five Elders have reduced their attack power by 30% but doubled their attack frequency. It's not to kill Luffy, but to force him to keep moving, keep throwing punches, and keep wearing him down. Every time Luffy breaks something, Im repairs it. For her, divine power is inexhaustible. But the Nika power within Luffy has a limit."

Roger and Rocks both understood.

When Luffy can't turn back into Nikka.

That's when Im counterattacked.

Roger gripped the knife handle with his thumb.

The knuckles are turning white.

The excitement on his face had turned into solemnity.

"Should we make a move?"

Rocks also turned his head.

His eyes held an unusual urgency.

A veteran's intuition that the situation is spiraling out of control.

He lowered his voice.

"If we wait any longer, that kid won't be able to hold on."

Chen Ye did not answer immediately.

In just a few seconds.

His Observation Haki detected a barely perceptible energy fluctuation.

too weak.

So weak that it was drowned out by all the sounds on the battlefield.

If it weren't for him.

This fluctuation is like a grain of sand sinking to the bottom of the sea.

Chen Ye's pupils contracted slightly.

This was one of his rare "unexpected" expressions.

His gaze suddenly shifted to the edge of the battlefield.

A position forgotten by everyone.

There lay a huge metal body.

Ancient robot.

My left arm is broken.

The fracture resembles torn muscle.

The massive torso lay askew among the rubble.

Half of his body was buried.

The outer shell was covered in cracks and burns.

A pile of scrap metal.

But Chenye's Observation Haki penetrated the metal shell.

At the core, deep within the robot's chest cavity.

There is a very faint pulsation of energy.

An ancient frequency.

That frequency.

And the heartbeat of Luffy's "Liberation Drum" in the distance.

There's a kind of inexplicable resonance.

Chen Ye's eyes narrowed.

A very faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

All the information about the ancient robot flashed through his mind.

This thing is more than just a combat machine.

Its core contains Joy Boy's strongest Conqueror's Haki.

The will of the sun god eight hundred years ago.

It was sealed inside.

This is a final insurance policy reserved for "the next chosen one".

Chen Ye's mind raced.

To trigger this power.

What conditions are required?

The answer is simple.

When the new successor to Nika is faced with a true life-or-death situation.

Joy Boy's will, spanning eight hundred years, will automatically awaken.

Chen Ye lowered his head.

He glanced at the rubble under his feet.

The chess game in his mind.

The last few pieces were placed.