One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

On the deck of the Ark of Truth, Roy's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

The next second, he appeared directly above the battlefield.

He stood on empty air, the Black Blade Autumn Water still hanging at his waist, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.

The sea breeze made his clothes flutter, but his body remained motionless, as if nailed to mid-air.

The powers of the Nen-Power Fruit, once awakened, were unleashed without reservation at this moment.

A transparent barrier of psychic energy emanated from him, spreading outwards like an invisible giant net that enveloped the entire Marineford Square.

The net grew larger and denser, trapping every corner, every inch of ice, and every person still breathing.

Roy closed his eyes.

Telekinetic domain, fully activated.

Then he opened his eyes.

"gravity."

Just two words.

An incredibly powerful gravitational force descended from the sky.

Roy's Nen-Power Fruit awakened, and his precise gravity field was refined and tested in countless battles.

Gravity fell on each person, but the force was completely different.

The Whitebeard Pirates members, who were retreating, only felt a slight thud on their shoulders, as if someone had gently patted them, and then nothing more.

Not a single crack appeared on the ice beneath their feet.

The members of Beehive Island were completely oblivious; the gravity was bypassed by their telekinesis before it could even strike them.

It's like water encountering a reef, automatically splitting to both sides.

But the navy is different.

"puff--!!!"

Those naval soldiers who had been stunned by Conqueror's Haki and had not yet received rescue were lying haphazardly on the ice.

It felt as if my body was being crushed by an invisible, giant millstone, and I was pressed into a pulp on the ice.

The sound of bones cracking echoed, and blood gushed from beneath the tattered uniform, exploding into dark red flowers on the ice.

What would it be like if tens of thousands of people exploded at the same time?

A cloud of blood mist instantly rose from the ice.

The fog was so thick it was impossible to disperse; the dark red blood mist churned in the air, obscuring some of the sunlight.

The stench of blood was overwhelming, so strong it made one want to vomit.

The entire Marineford Square was transformed into a sea of ​​blood mist.

"What—what is this?!"

A rear admiral was kneeling on the ice, his hands on the ground, his muscles trembling.

He tried desperately to stand up, but the weight pressing down on him felt like a mountain pressing down on his back.

The spine creaked under the strain.

"Damn it—I can't move—!!!"

Another commodore gritted his teeth, his hands gripping the ground tightly, veins bulging on his forehead.

His legs were trembling violently, and the ice beneath his knees had been cracked like a spiderweb.

Navy officers of the rank of colonel and above can barely hold on.

Brigadier generals can maintain a half-kneeling position.

A major general could barely stand, but his legs felt as heavy as if they were in a mud pit.

And those soldiers who fainted—they didn't even have time to scream.

"Roy—!!!"

The roar of the Warring States period came from the other side of the battlefield.

His transformed Buddha form shone brightly with golden light, attempting to rush towards Roy, but Yamato's spiked club slammed down again.

"Ha ha!"

"Don't even think about influencing my captain!"

"The Warring States Period!"

Yamato gritted his teeth, a trace of blood still clinging to the corner of his mouth, but his spiked club was still wielded with unwavering force.

The Thunderous Eight Trigrams, imbued with Conqueror's Haki, slammed heavily onto Sengoku's Buddha Palm.

Warring States was forced back half a step, his eyes blazing with fury.

He watched as his men turned into a bloody mist under Roy's gravitational pull.

He watched as the veterans who had followed him for decades exploded into a bloody mess on the ice.

However, he was tightly entangled by Yamato and could not spare any attention.

Karp also felt that gravity.

He was exchanging fire with Barrett, and the pressure of gravity slowed his movements by a fraction of a second.

In those fractions of a second, Barrett's Ghostly Overlord Jade grazed his shoulder and blasted the ruins behind him into dust.

"Garp! You can't afford to get distracted during battle!"

Barrett grinned, his canine teeth gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Karp didn't say anything.

He gritted his teeth, and the Conqueror's Haki coiled even more violently around his fist.

That gravity wasn't a huge burden for a powerhouse of his caliber, but for the entire navy, it was a massacre.

The ice beneath Akainu's feet cracked under the weight of gravity.

He looked up at the figure in mid-air with his hands in his pockets, the killing intent in his eyes almost tangible.

"Roy—!!!"

Just as he was about to leap into the air, Lucci's Six Kings Spear struck him in the back.

"Your opponent is me, Akainu."

Lucci's voice was as cold as ice.

His body had been burned by lava in more than a dozen places, but the fighting spirit in his leopard eyes had not diminished in the slightest.

Akainu was blasted forward and staggered a step, then threw a punch at Lucci.

A lava fist grazed Lucci's cheek, singeing a patch of his sideburns.

Meanwhile, the vice admirals of the Marine Headquarters were currently unleashing their full Armament Haki.

The jet-black Armament Haki formed a thin defensive layer on their bodies, barely keeping Roy's gravity out.

They could still fight, but every movement required more energy than usual.

Roy looked down at all of this.

His gaze swept across the blood-soaked plaza, over the naval officers struggling to stay afloat under the oppressive gravity, and over the vice admirals who were still standing.

Roy's body then disappeared into the void.

His awakened Nen-Power Fruit ability is that he can move at will within the Nen domain.

It's not high-speed movement, it's not shaving, it's true spatial displacement.

From one point in the domain to another, it is not necessary to go through any intermediate space.

The next second, he appeared behind a naval vice admiral.

The lieutenant general was fully activating his Armament Haki to defend against gravity, completely unaware that death was already standing behind him.

Roy's hand rested on the hilt of the Autumn Water Blade.

Draw your sword.

Sheath the sword.

The movement was so fast that no one could see it clearly.

The unnamed lieutenant general froze.

A small red dot appeared on his chest, which quickly expanded, and blood gushed from the wound.

He looked down at his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.

His eyes remained open as he fell.

He tried to figure out who had attacked him, but it was too late.

Roy's figure disappeared into the void once again.

Then he appeared behind another lieutenant general.

Draw the sword. Sheathe the sword.

again.

Another one.

the fourth.

Roy's figure flashed continuously across the battlefield.

Each appearance is accompanied by the drawing of a sword, and each time a sword is drawn, a life is taken.

Those vice admirals who were considered combat-ready in the Navy Headquarters were like lambs to the slaughter in front of him.

It's not that they're too weak, it's that Roy is too fast.

Just as their Observation Haki sensed the danger, the blade had already sliced ​​through their throats.

They were so fast that the blades had already pierced their hearts as soon as they raised their weapons to parry.