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

Qiu Shui's blade struck the gray-robed old man's neck, but it did not sever him in two as it would when cutting an ordinary person.

The old man's body surged with thick black mist the moment the blade struck, and the mist condensed into a thick shell on his neck, forcefully blocking the blow.

"clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

Roy was thrown back half a step by the recoil, and his eyes darkened.

"As expected, you can't kill anyone without cutting off their connections."

The old man grinned. His smile was filled with arrogance accumulated over eight hundred years.

"Kid, you think you can kill me just because you've found the key?"

"We, the nineteen of us, have been one body since eight hundred years ago."

"If you cut me once, the other eighteen brothers will share the burden."

You break my bones, but their power will set yours in an instant.

"You can't kill me."

You can't kill anyone.

His voice echoed in Roy's ears, carrying a contempt that was certain to the core.

The Barbarian King, who was locked in combat with Kaido in the distance, heard this and burst into wild laughter:

"Roy! You think finding the elder will be enough?"

Get over here! I'll twist your head off and use it as a football!

Loki, who was just forcing the Mountain King back with a hammer blow, heard the Barbarian King's curses, turned around and spat:

"Shut up! I'll deal with you after I flatten this big guy!"

Roy didn't say anything.

He simply looked at the old man and smiled.

"you're right."

Roy slowly withdrew his gaze.

"If it's just a normal slash, it certainly won't kill you."

"But you seem to have forgotten something."

The old man's smile froze.

He saw something in Roy's indigo eyes that chilled him to the bone—not murderous intent, but a condescending calm as if looking down on the dead.

Right in the center of Roy's chest, a third heart began to pound.

"Thump—"

The dull thumping of a heartbeat exploded across the battlefield, and thick black mist erupted from Roy's body, spreading in all directions like a volcanic eruption.

The black mist and the black mist on the Nineteenth King were of the same origin, but it was much purer and more violent, like a black flame burning to its extreme.

The Dark-Dark Fruit: True Power.

The ability is invalid.

The black mist surged wildly into the old man's body from the hand that was pressing on his crown.

The surging black mist on the old man's body froze instantly, as if it had encountered a natural enemy, and was then gradually devoured by the darkness within Roy's body.

"You... what kind of ability is this?!" The old man's expression finally changed.

He could feel the invisible thread connecting him and his eighteen brothers being slowly eroded by the darkness within Roy's body.

That thread has bound the nineteen of them together for eight hundred years; it is the foundation of their immortality and their reliance on not dying.

But now, that thread is breaking.

Roy's Nen-Nen Fruit activated simultaneously.

The space around him seemed to be pressed down by an invisible hand, freezing instantly.

The entire space was forcibly separated from the red earth continent, forming an independent, isolated little world.

The unseen connection between the old man and the other eighteen kings was completely severed at this moment.

"No—impossible!"

The old man finally panicked.

He could clearly feel that the connection between himself and Im and the others, which had lasted for eight hundred years, had been severed.

That power that had been flowing continuously from the other eighteen brothers was gone.

That feeling of being one with the whole world is gone.

An old man who can get hurt, bleed, and die.

"What...what did you do to me?!"

Roy, carrying Qiu Shui, walked step by step to him.

"It seems that you ambushed Davy Jones eight hundred years ago and stole a trace of his original power."

"But you still don't know what the true power of that fruit is."

"You think the Dark-Dark Fruit is just for devouring?"

Roy smiled.

"Its true power is to nullify all other powers."

"Including that thread that's been tied up for eight hundred years."

The old man's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

He finally understood.

Why didn't Joy Boy kill them back then? Joy Boy was light, was freedom. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't sever the thread that bound the nineteen people together.

But Roy is different.

Roy possesses the essence of Davy Jones and a Dark-Dark Fruit that can nullify all abilities.

He was born to be the nemesis of these nineteen thieves.

"How ridiculous." Roy swung his sword down.

Qiu Shui's blade sliced ​​across the old man's neck as easily as cutting through a piece of tofu.

The old man's head, still bearing a look of terror, rolled off his shoulder, bounced twice on the stone surface, and came to a stop.

Roy removed his Devil Fruit powers.

The independent space reconnected with the Red Earth Continent, and he and the still-bleeding head landed on the stone surface at the same time.

Almost simultaneously—

The Barbarian King, who was locked in battle with Kaido, suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Shan Wang, who was exchanging blows with Loki, suddenly stopped moving.

The Sword King, who was exchanging sword blows with Hawkeye, almost dropped his rapier.

The Shadow King, who was dealing with Shanks, stumbled.

The eighteen kings all spat out a mouthful of black blood.

They turned their heads at the same time, looking at Roy with expressions of shock and anger.

The old man in the gray robe lay dead at Roy's feet.

The wound on his neck was still gushing blood, and the terror that hadn't yet dissipated lingered in his eyes.

Eight hundred years.

Since the night their nineteen kings betrayed Davy Jones, no one has ever been able to kill any one of them when they joined forces.

Davy Jones won't do, Joey Boy won't do.

But today, this young man named Roy, who emerged from the New World, has done it.

The barbarian king's fist was trembling.

The giant hammer in the mountain king's hand slammed into the stone surface with a loud clang.

Cold sweat beaded on the Sword King's forehead.

Shanks watched this scene, a slight smile playing on his lips, and took a swig of his drink:

"pretty."

Kaido laughed heartily:

"Hahaha! You old fogies, you're scared too!"

Roy, carrying the still-bleeding Qiu Shui, looked up at the remaining eighteen kings.

His gaze was calm, as if he were looking at eighteen corpses already lying on the ground.

"Next," he said.

The barbarian king's fist was trembling.

He had fought for eight hundred years, and had never been as afraid as he was now.

The young man named Roy stood there, the black mist around him still lingering, with the corpses of his brothers at his feet.

That calm was more chilling than any roar.

"Kill him!" the barbarian king roared, charging towards Roy first.

But he had only taken two steps when Kaido's Eight Precepts slammed into him from the side.

"Your opponent is me!"

Kaido roared, his dragon scales gleaming blue in the sunlight.

The Barbarian King was forced back by a single blow and had no choice but to turn his attention back to Kaido.

As the Mountain King tried to move, Loki's iron thunderbolts were already crashing down in front of him.

Just as Sword King was about to withdraw, Hawkeye's black sword Night was already at his neck.

The Shadow King fared even worse; Shanks' Conqueror's Haki froze him in place, preventing him from moving.

The eighteen kings were held back.

Roy, carrying a knife, walked step by step towards them.