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

"That's enough!"

"You damned pirates!"

Satan let out a roar and slammed his staff into the ground.

A terrifying, dark blue aura erupted from him, forcing Hawkeye and Roy, who were caught off guard, back dozens of meters at the same time.

At the same time, Saint Satan thrust his staff to his side, and four pentagram magic circles appeared behind him.

A dark purple light emanated from the edge of the magic circle, and an ancient and chilling aura surged from the center of the magic circle, spreading in all directions.

Dark black lightning surged forth from the magic circle, dancing wildly in the air.

Those lightning bolts were different from the dark red of Conqueror's Haki and the pure black of Armament Haki; they were a more ancient and sinister power.

Wherever the lightning passed, the space trembled slightly, and a putrid, acrid smell filled the air.

The moment Roy saw the four magic arrays, his pupils contracted slightly.

He immediately recognized what it was.

"Want to call someone?"

Roy's Conqueror's Haki erupted, and dark red lightning surged toward the four magic circles like a tsunami, attempting to disrupt their operation with a pure Haki impact.

Dark red and jet-black lightning collided violently in mid-air, producing a deafening roar.

But it was too late.

The magic circle did develop cracks under the impact of Conqueror's Haki, but the cracks only spread to the edges of the magic circle and did not disrupt the core energy operation.

The four pentagram arrays continued to rotate at high speed, each rotation brighter than the last, and the black lightning surging from the center of the arrays became increasingly dense.

Within the magic circle, four clusters of energy began to coalesce.

Each ball of energy exudes a completely different aura—some are as violent as a raging fire, some as deep as the ocean, some as sharp as a sword, and some as heavy as a mountain range.

Four auras surged and intertwined within the magic array. Although they had not yet fully revealed their human form, the oppressive aura had already made the surrounding air stagnant.

Saint Satan stood in front of the four magic circles, his aged face once again displaying that proud and indifferent expression.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, pulled out the cane with the knife marks from it, and pointed the tip at Roy.

"Roy, you're right—I really can't beat the two of you together."

Satan's voice was hoarse and low, but every word carried a renewed sense of strength.

"But now that the five Elders are all gathered, along with the Knights of God and a Marine Admiral, do you think Beehive Island still has a chance of winning?"

He paused, a cold smile curving his lips.

"Today, this island will be your final resting place."

Before Satan Saint could finish speaking, Roy moved.

He ignored Satan Saint's harsh words and did not wait for the four Elders to be fully teleported from the magic circle.

His figure vanished from his spot and reappeared in front of Satan Saint the next second.

Black Blade Autumn Water, wreathed in crimson and black-red lightning, thrust straight at Satan Saint's throat.

Roy knew that the four magic arrays could no longer be broken.

Satan Saint's all-out attack, which consumed a great deal of his domineering aura, was aimed at forcing him and Hawkeye back, thus buying them time to summon the magic circle.

The magic array has now begun operating, and the teleportation of the four Elders has entered an irreversible phase.

Even if he used Conqueror's Haki again, he could only slow down the teleportation speed, not stop them from arriving.

However, teleportation via the magic circle takes time.

To teleport four living people from the Red Line to Marineford, a distance of tens of thousands of miles...

Even an ancient monster like Satan, who has lived for eight hundred years, needs to expend a lot of energy to maintain the stability of the passage.

This brief teleportation time of a few dozen seconds is the most vulnerable and isolated window for Satan.

A few dozen seconds is enough to get a lot done.

Satan Saint saw Roy thrust his sword at him, but his expression remained unchanged. He held his staff horizontally, and a domineering aura of dark blue flowed rapidly across the staff.

The two weapons clashed fiercely in mid-air, the dark red lightning of the Overlord's color and the dark blue domineering aura on the staff were locked in a fierce struggle, and the surrounding ice surface was shaken and cracked inch by inch by the aftershocks of the collision between the two forces.

Just as the sword and staff were locked in a stalemate, a green figure appeared to the side of Satan Saint.

Mihawk gripped the hilt of the Black Blade Yoru with both hands and slowly raised the Supreme Grade Sword above his head.

There are no fancy starting stances, no unnecessary charging movements—

It's the purest form of slashing.

But the moment he raised his sword to its highest point, the surrounding space seemed to freeze under the sword's intent, and even the black lightning surging from the magic circle slowed down.

Satan Saint's pupils suddenly contracted.

Facing attacks from two top-tier swordsmen simultaneously, he could only do one thing—retreat.

He used all six of his spider legs to pull back, trying to get out of Hawkeye's attack range.

But Roy didn't give him that chance.

Qiu Shui's blade slid upwards along Satan Saint's staff, the blade rubbing against the staff with a piercing creaking sound, sparks flying everywhere.

The moment the blade slid to the top of the staff, Roy suddenly exerted force downwards, pressing Satan's staff firmly under the blade.

This pressure completely blocked Satan Saint's retreat.

He either had to abandon his staff and retreat, or take Hawkeye's knife head-on.

Discarding the staff means losing a weapon, making one more passive in the ensuing battle;

He took the hit head-on—looking at Hawkeye's black sword Night, which was already raised to its highest point, feeling the terrifying sword intent gathered on the blade, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

Satan Saint could only grit his teeth, grip his staff tightly with both hands, and pour all the domineering aura he had accumulated over eight hundred years into the staff.

A deep blue light surged from the staff, forming a semi-transparent, imposing shield above Satan's head.

At the same time, he muttered something under his breath, and the black lightning surging from the four magic circles seemed to be summoned by something.

A portion of it was wrapped around the shield, coating the azure shield with a layer of jet-black electric patterns.

Then Hawkeye's knife came down.

"One-Sword Style: Severing the Sea".

There was no deafening roar, no dazzling special effects.

It was a straight slash that flew out from the blade of Black Blade Night, as thin as a sheet of paper, yet as heavy as the entire ocean.

Where the blade struck, the air was neatly sliced ​​in two, the ice surface was silently split apart, and even space itself was left with a tiny crack in the path the blade had taken.

The slash struck Satan's shield.

The azure shield began to tremble violently the moment it came into contact with the slash.

Satan Saint unleashed his full power, displaying overwhelming strength in an attempt to maintain the integrity of the shield.

But Hawkeye's slashes are like a relentless cutting machine, slicing inch by inch into the shield.

The cracks on the imposing shield became more numerous and denser, and the green light emanating from the cracks became increasingly dazzling.

Satan Saint leaned on his cane with both hands, the veins on his forehead bulging, his whole body like a specimen nailed to the ice, unable to move.

This is the opportunity Roy wanted.