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

"or life?"

Roy made a grabbing motion in the air.

A large cloud of smoke-like energy overflowed from the top of Green Bull's head and was caught in Roy's palm.

Significant loss of lifespan.

Green Bull's body began to age rapidly.

The once firm skin has become loose and droopy, like leather that has been drained of moisture.

The full muscles atrophied rapidly, and the bone structure became clearly visible under the skin.

The hair starts to turn white from the roots, and then falls out in large clumps.

Wrinkles appeared one after another on his face, his eyes were sunken, and his lips were chapped.

In just a few seconds, a spirited middle-aged man was transformed into a frail and elderly man.

Roy released his grip, and Green Bull fell from mid-air like an empty shell, crashing to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

He lay there, staring blankly at the night sky, his lips moving but no sound coming out.

His aged face was filled with disbelief—he couldn't understand why, despite absorbing so much life energy, he was still so vulnerable in front of Roy.

Everyone on the battlefield stopped.

The Beasts Pirates' henchmen erupted in deafening cheers.

Runti jumped up excitedly, while Pageman's hand gripping the hilt of his knife trembled slightly.

Quinn, carrying the Gatling gun, grinned, revealing a mouthful of gold teeth.

A rare hint of awe appeared on Jack's rugged face.

The corners of his mouth under the ashes mask turned up slightly.

Although he had long known that Roy's strength was not limited to swordsmanship, witnessing firsthand the power of the Dark-Dark Fruit and the Soul-Soul Fruit used in combination still secretly shocked him.

First, the Dark-Dark Fruit sealed Green Bull's abilities, then the mental attack scattered his consciousness, and finally the Soul-Soul Fruit directly extracted his soul.

The three steps were completed in one go, leaving Green Bull no chance to resist.

Meanwhile, the navy fell into a deathly silence.

Sengoku climbed out of the ruins and stared in shock at the unrecognizable, aged body on the ground.

He had lived for so many years and seen countless Devil Fruit abilities, but nothing quite like this one—a technique that directly extracted a soul and aged a Marine Admiral by decades in mere seconds.

He had only ever seen her before, in Charlotte Linlin's past.

"Damn it! The Hive's resources are getting more and more terrifying!" Sengoku cursed inwardly.

Although Fujitora couldn't see, his Observation Haki clearly sensed the entire process of Green Bull's aura plummeting from its peak to its lowest point.

He gripped his cane tightly, and the gravitational field around him fluctuated violently.

For the first time, an uncontrollable rage appeared on that usually composed face.

Roy hovered in mid-air, toying with the ball of soul energy in his hand.

The Green Bull's soul slowly rotated in his palm, emitting a faint blue light.

His gaze shifted to the Warring States period, his tone as calm as if he were discussing what to have for dinner:

"So?"

"Who's next?"

Sengoku rose from the ruins, looking at the aged body on the ground, his expression extremely complex.

As the new admiral of the Navy, Green Bull may have a flamboyant personality and his strength is not among the top of the admirals, but he is still one of the Navy's top combat forces.

Being crippled by Roy in just a few seconds is a terrible feeling for anyone.

What weighed heavily on his mind was the current situation.

Garp is entangled with Kaido, and the outcome is uncertain in the short term.

Fujitora was surrounded and attacked by King and the Beasts executives. Although he could hold on for the time being, defeat was only a matter of time.

Green Bull – that's out of the question.

And he himself was probably no match for Roy.

With Roy's appearance, it's uncertain whether the four admiral-level fighters can even complete the World Government's mission or escape unscathed.

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Meanwhile, at the top of the Skull Palace, the fierce battle between Kaido and Garp continued.

Both of them were already covered in wounds.

Garp's naval uniform had long been burned to shreds by the dragon's breath, with only a few charred strips of cloth hanging from his upper body.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and there were several wounds on his chest torn open by the dragon's claws.

But those iron fists remained as steady as two mountains.

Kaido isn't much better off.

The dragon scales in his human-beast form were shattered in many places, and Garp's iron fist left dense bruises and bloodstains on his body.

The deepest wounds are still bleeding, and although the healing process is progressing rapidly, the healing speed is noticeably slower than before.

The physical exertion was too great, which also reduced the body's recovery ability.

"Old man—"

Kaido was panting heavily. The Conqueror's Haki lightning on the Eight Seals was still crackling, but its density was much sparser than before.

"Your fists are still as hard as they were back then."

But your health isn't what it used to be, is it?

"Stop talking nonsense."

Garp wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and readjusted his fists.

"Even if I only have one hand left, I can still beat you to a pulp."

"Hehehe—come on then!"

The two collided again.

The Eight Precepts and the Iron Fist collided head-on, and the Conqueror's Haki Lightning exploded in mid-air, creating a dark red burst of light.

Both of them were knocked back several steps, and the stone slabs beneath their feet cracked inch by inch.

Just then, Kaido suddenly paused.

His Observation Haki detected an extremely faint energy fluctuation slowly rising from the deep pit beneath the roof.

The fluctuation was very weak, so weak that it was almost completely masked by the aftershocks of his battle with Garp.

But it does exist—and it is increasing at an extremely slow but steady pace.

"This is..."

Kaido's vertical pupils contracted slightly.

Meanwhile, Roy, who was confronting Sengoku in the square, also seemed to be drawn by something.

The black mist surrounding him began to pulsate involuntarily.

"Could it be!?"

Roy's telepathic communication accurately connected with Kaido's consciousness.

"Kaido, did you feel that fluctuation?"

"Hmm. That kid's aura... seems to have come back to life?"

"It's not just about coming back to life."

Roy's voice held a rare hint of anticipation.

"His rubber fruit is awakening."

"Send Garp away. Don't let that old man interfere with Luffy's awakening process."

Kaido grinned, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

He suddenly forced Karp back with a blow, then took several steps back.

Garp was about to give chase when he saw Kaido slam the Eight Guardians to the ground and burst into laughter.

"Hehehehe—you old man, your grandson isn't dead!"

Garp stopped abruptly.

He stared at Kaido, his rage replaced by another emotion—a complex mix of a grandfather's worry and expectation for his grandson.

"What did you say?"

"Don't you realize it yourself?"

Kaido pointed to the deep pit beneath his feet.

"That little brat wearing a straw hat, his life force is recovering."

Although it's slow, it is indeed recovering.

I have to admit, your grandson is indeed quite capable.

Garp closed his eyes and focused his Observation Haki towards the deep pit.

A few seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes, and an extremely complex expression appeared on his wrinkled face.

There was relief, there was worry, and there was something he couldn't quite explain.

"That kid... he's really still alive..."

Garp clenched his fists, then turned and charged toward the pit.

Kaido did not stop him.

Roy told Garp to go down and not interfere with Luffy's awakening.

And to be honest, he was also very curious to see what kind of power that little brat in the straw hat could awaken.

Nika the Sun God, Joy Boy—just the names alone are enough to make people look forward to it.