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

The moment the four elders descended.

Their gazes simultaneously fell upon Saint Satan, who was kneeling in a pool of blood.

Saint Satan was covered in blood; the knife wounds on his chest and back had almost sliced ​​him in two.

Five spider legs lay scattered on the ice, the severed ends still twitching slightly.

The most shocking thing was the huge laceration on his abdomen—

That was the wound left by Roy when he pulled the spider legs off by the roots. You could see the internal organs in the abdomen still wriggling slightly through the wound.

"Saint Satan!" Saint Jupiter Pitt's pupils contracted sharply.

He was the first to rush out.

The shockwaves created by his feet caused the ice to collapse, and he pounced on Roy like a golden cannonball.

"Get out of my way!" Pittor Saint punched Roy.

Roy didn't take the hit head-on.

His body vanished from its original spot and reappeared a dozen meters behind Satan.

It wasn't that he was afraid of Saint Pitt of Jupiter, but rather that he only had one thing to do now—to kill Saint Satan.

The Black Transformation has been cracked, and Satan Saint is severely injured and on the ground. This opportunity is once in a lifetime and must not be missed.

Pittor Saint missed his target, and quickly crouched down, placing his hand on Satan Saint's chest.

He wanted the black mist to surge in his palm, hoping to seal the wound of Saint Satan.

But the moment his hand touched the wound, his expression changed—

Roy's Conqueror's Haki lingered in Satan Saint's wounds, and the tiny, dark red arcs of electricity seemed to be living things, constantly eroding the wounds and hindering his healing.

"Help me—seal the wound!" roared the other three elders of the Pitt Holy Dynasty.

Mercury Saint Vochuli, Mars Saint Mars, and Venus Saint Nassuro rushed over at the same time.

But before they could get close to Satan, two figures blocked their way.

Barrett single-handedly left the entire Knights of God behind.

At this moment, he was covered in other people's blood, and the white tiger's fur was mottled from being burned by flames and poisonous fog.

But his eyes burned with a fighting spirit more intense than ever before.

"Want to go there?"

Barrett grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs.

"You should ask Lao Tzu first."

Hawkeye didn't speak.

He simply held the Black Blade Night horizontally in front of him, his golden eyes calmly looking at the two Elders before him.

The sword intent was concentrated to its extreme around him, so much so that even the moisture in the air was forced to stay away.

Meanwhile, Roy had reappeared directly above Satan.

Satan knelt in a pool of blood, his hands braced against the ice, gasping for breath.

Blood was still flowing from his chest, his internal organs were exposed to the air, and every breath was accompanied by a painful groan.

He heard Pittor call his name and saw Barrett and Hawkeye blocking Vochuli and Mars, but he couldn't care less about that now.

He just wanted to live.

Live through today.

As long as you're alive today, with the resources of the Five Elders, any kind of injury can be slowly healed.

Spider legs can regenerate, and the blackened mark can be re-engraved, as long as they can return alive—

Then he saw Roy.

Roy reappeared before him, holding the black sword Qiushui in his right hand.

With a single horizontal slash, Jupiter Pittor was instantly blasted away.

"Satan Saint".

Roy's voice was calm, without sarcasm or smugness, only the composure of someone who had completed an experiment and reached a conclusion.

"The hacking has been cracked."

The four Five Elders were held back by Mihawk and Barrett. "No one can save you."

Satan's lips trembled violently.

He wanted to say something—

Whether it's a threat, a pleas for mercy, or even a curse.

But his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"As one of the Five Elders, you are a worthy opponent."

Roy slowly raised the Autumn Water Blade, its tip aimed at Satan Saint's heart.

"But that's where it ends."

On Qiu Shui's blade, black and red overlord-colored lightning condensed once more.

This time, Satan Saint had no defenses.

His cane lay to the side, his domineering aura exhausted, his spider legs severed, and his black form vanished. Three fatal wounds on his body had rendered him completely unable to move.

He could only watch helplessly as Roy's blade came down.

A knife pierced his heart.

The blade pierced through Satan's chest, through his heart, and emerged from his back.

Satan Saint's body trembled violently, his mouth opened, and a large mouthful of black blood gushed out, splashing onto Qiu Shui's blade, onto Roy's clothes, and onto the ice beneath his feet.

Roy did not draw his sword immediately. His Conqueror's Haki surged along the blade into Satan's body.

The tissues surrounding the heart were completely destroyed to ensure that no accidents would occur.

Roy then drew his sword, Qiu Shui, and with a flick of his wrist, the blood droplets on the blade traced a long arc on the ice.

Satan Saint's consciousness was beginning to fade, and his pupils were gradually dilating, but he was not dead yet.

The regenerative power of the awakened mythical beast allowed the pierced heart to still beat weakly, like a machine that had lost its signal but was still running on inertia.

Roy didn't give him time to slowly die.

Qiu Shui's blade slashed out horizontally.

One stroke and he was beheaded.

Satan's head flew up.

That wrinkled face finally froze on one expression—

Fear, resentment, disbelief.

His two withered lips were slightly parted, as if he still had something to say, but he would never be able to say it.

The head somersaulted twice in the air before landing at Piet Saint's feet, rolling once before coming to a stop.

Satan Saint's headless body swayed twice before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Black blood gushed from the severed neck, forming a huge dark fan-shaped pattern on the ice.

The body twitched twice and then remained still.

The entire battlefield fell silent for a moment.

Not only the Navy and the Five Elders, but even the members of Beehive Island who were fighting stopped what they were doing and looked at the fallen corpse.

One of the Five Elders, Jaigolusia Satan, is an ancient Celestial Dragon who has lived for over eight hundred years.

One of the world's highest power holders, an old monster with the dual trump cards of the Ox-Demon form and the Black Transformation Domination—is dead.

Roy stabbed him through the heart with one blow and then beheaded him with another.

Clean and efficient, without any unnecessary delays.

Saint Pitt looked down at Saint Satan's head, which had rolled to his feet.

His outstretched hand froze in mid-air—the hand that was meant to seal Satan Saint's wound was now covered in black blood gushing from Satan Saint's severed neck.

His face was expressionless, but it held a complex emotion that even he himself could not describe.

"Satan Saint..."

Roy straightened up and shook off the remaining black blood on Qiu Shui Dao's body.

He glanced down at the headless corpse of Saint Satan, then at the still-dripping head in Saint Pitt's hand.

Then he hoisted Qiu Shui onto his shoulder, raised his head and looked at the remaining four Five Elders.

"He can no longer hear."

Roy's voice wasn't loud, but in the suddenly quiet battlefield, everyone could hear it clearly.

"Who's next?"