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

In a room deep within Ghost Island, Roy sat cross-legged on the floor.

His eyes were closed, and his mental power surged from his body like an invisible tide.

Inside the main hall, Jin was leaning against a stone pillar.

His face, hidden by the mask, was expressionless, but the fingers of his arms were unconsciously tapping against his forearm, revealing a hint of anxiety within him.

The shouts of battle outside grew louder and louder.

Those old samurai like Hyogoro, I don't know what they've been doing, they're practically on their deathbeds, yet they fight more fiercely than young men.

And those fur-bearing warriors, relying on their innate static electricity and beast-like fighting instincts, managed to repel several waves of attacks from the remaining troops.

Runti had already paced back and forth in the main hall dozens of times. If it weren't for Jin keeping her in check, this hot-tempered girl would have rushed out long ago.

Just then, Roy's voice rang in Jhin's mind.

"The samurai and mink in the square are getting in the way. Take some men and get rid of them."

Jin suddenly opened his eyes.

A cold glint flashed in the eyes behind the mask.

He had been waiting for those words all night.

Jin straightened up from the stone pillar and turned to face the cadres in the main hall who had been unable to contain themselves any longer.

"Strike."

Target: The warriors and mink in the square.

Leave no survivors.

Before she could finish speaking, Runti sprang up like a spring that had been compressed to its limit.

"Finally, we can start the killing!!!"

Paget stood up behind her, his hand on the hilt of his knife, a sinister grin spreading across his face just like his sister's.

"Sister, give me that old man with the knife."

"No! That old man is mine!"

The siblings started arguing before they even left the house.

Quinn stood up from the corner, his injuries not yet fully healed, and a bandage still wrapped around his comical head.

But that didn't stop him from picking up the Gatling gun, which was thicker than a man, slung it over his shoulder, and muttering:

"I'm going to get my revenge—I'm going to turn all those bastards who ruined my concert into sieves—"

Jack stood up from the ground and stretched his neck.

The other members of Flying Six also stood up at the same time.

Jin walked at the very front.

He unfurled his black wings, which were burning with flames, and burst out of the eyeball of the main hall.

The oppressive force of the Fiery Plague was released without reservation, and the temperature in the square rose several degrees in an instant.

In the plaza, Hyogoro was slashing down a henchman of the Beasts Pirates with a single blow.

Before he could even sheathe his knife, an extremely dangerous premonition exploded in his mind.

"Everyone—retreat!!!"

Before Hyogoro's roar had even faded, a figure engulfed in flames descended from the sky and crashed into the center of the plaza.

The shockwave exploded in all directions, and the dozen or so closest samurai were thrown out and only stopped after hitting the wall.

Jin stood up.

The impact had created several spiderweb-like cracks in the stone pavement around him.

Flames swirled around him, and his eyes behind the mask coldly swept over everyone in the square.

"Leave no one alive."

The appearance of the officers caused the Beast Pirates to shout with excitement.

Runti charged into the ranks of the infantry from the flank.

She didn't use anything else, just her head.

It charged forward, breaking the sternums of the three samurai at the front. They screamed and flew out, knocking down their companions behind them.

Then she swung her elbow and struck a samurai on the temple, and he collapsed to the ground before he could even utter a sound.

"Too weak, too weak, too weak!"

Runti shouted as she hit, her face contorted with excitement.

"You think you can cause trouble on Ghost Island with such meager skills?!"

"I've been holding it in all day, so let me have my fill!"

Page One's claws tore through the samurai's defenses from the side, weaving through the crowd, each swing taking at least one life.

Quinn's Gatling gun began firing.

Bullets poured from the gun barrels, drawing streaks of fire across the square.

The Mink warriors tried to dodge the bullets, relying on their speed advantage, but the bullets were too dense; they could dodge one but not ten.

Several members of the knight-errant were hit by bullets and fell to the ground screaming.

Sasaki transformed into a Triceratops and charged wildly through the crowd with his head down.

With its enormous size and horns, it was practically a living bulldozer.

Wherever they went, warriors and mink warriors alike were knocked to the ground.

Black Mary's brass knuckles produced a piercing sonic boom with every swing.

Foz-Foe's methods of killing were the cleanest and most efficient.

He used the Finger Gun technique from the Six Styles, each finger precisely striking the enemy's heart or throat.

He could kill someone in a second, and then, without even glancing at the body, he would move on to the next target.

Hyogoro gritted his teeth and swung his sword to meet the attack.

His sword struck Jin's flaming sword. The moment the two swords collided, Hyogoro felt his hand holding the sword go numb from the force of the impact.

His hand split open after just a few collisions, and blood flowed down the hilt of the knife.

But he did not back down.

Behind him were five hundred samurai, his old subordinates who had followed him for twenty years, and his comrades who had not given up hope even when imprisoned in Udon Prison.

He can't retreat.

"Form ranks—!!!"

Hyogoro roared, and the remaining samurai quickly gathered together, forming a sword formation of ten men each, attempting to use their numerical advantage to resist the slaughter by the Beast Executive.

However, the gap in strength cannot be bridged by sheer numbers.

With a casual wave of his hand, Jin created a wall of fire that sliced ​​the warriors' formation in two.

The warriors separated by the wall of fire suddenly lost the protection of their formation and were cut down one by one by the Flying Six's officers like wheat being harvested.

The number of samurai casualties is rising at a visible rate.

The ground was covered in blood and corpses, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

The wounded samurai lay on the ground, some clutching their severed arms and screaming in agony.

Some people were shot in the abdomen and curled up in a ball, while others were completely motionless.

As Hyogoro watched all this, tears welled up in his cloudy old eyes.

But he didn't cry out; he just gripped the knife in his hand and charged at Jin again.

The battle continues on the roof of the Skull Palace.

Kaido smashed Zoro away with a club, then punched Sanji away with a backhand, and the Eighth Guard swept through Kid's metal giant arm into pieces.

He grew more and more excited as he fought, a deep dragon's roar constantly emanating from his throat, and the fighting spirit in his vertical pupils grew stronger and stronger.

"Hehehe—Again, again, again!!!"

Kaido slammed his club down on Luffy.

Luffy raised his arms to block, Armament Haki flowing wildly across his arms, colliding head-on with Kaido's Conqueror's Haki lightning.

He carefully sensed the energy of the entanglement.

The moment the two forces collided, Luffy felt as if he were being crushed by a mountain.

His knees were bent under the weight, the stone slab beneath his feet cracked, and the bones in his arms creaked under the strain.

Just then.

Without warning, a gust of wind exploded on the roof.