Pirate: I was just slacking off, do you really think I'm bad?

"It's terrible, Lord Katakuri! Our exits are all blocked!"

In the pitch-black tunnel, Katakuri's face was grim.

Using his Devil Fruit powers, he transformed solid land into his own mochi, creating his own underground tunnels.

Unfortunately, the only remaining route has now been blocked by the navy.

The Mochi Mochi Fruit's transformation is not unlimited; he needs to conserve a lot of energy to cope with the Navy's sudden arrival.

"Hmm, something's not right?!"

"The navy has disembarked!"

Katakuri was about to say something when he suddenly sensed the pirate's presence disappearing from his domain.

An enemy with an extremely powerful aura broke in and killed people with incredible speed.

Katakuri drew his trident, preparing to face the Marine head-on.

In Nuonuo Space, he didn't think he would lose to a navy officer.

The pitch-black passage seemed to have no effect on the marine who had broken in; his long sword was reaping the lives of pirates with incredible speed.

Many pirates had a thin line appear on their necks the moment they raised their long swords.

He then collapsed to his knees, utterly powerless, before the figure.

"Glutinous Rice Ball Thrust!"

Just as the shadowy figure was advancing rapidly, the wall on the side suddenly transformed into the shape of a glutinous rice ball, and then a figure holding a trident spun and thrust it out of the wall.

Katakuri anticipated that even elite vice admirals in the Navy would be caught off guard by such a sudden attack and fall into Katakuri's rhythm.

clang!!

The clash between the longsword and the trident reflected the faces of the two men.

One was Katakuri, who had terrifying teeth, while the other wore a long black hat with a pair of captivating eyes beneath the brim, like those of a hawk.

"Is it you?"

Katakuri recognized the enemy in front of him almost instantly.

"Weren't you already dead?"

Katakuri was startled by the person in front of him.

In his memory, the person in front of him should be called Hawkeye Mihawk, a naval hunter.

It is said that his swordsmanship has reached the level of a great swordsman, and he is about to challenge for the title of the world's greatest swordsman.

Unfortunately, he ultimately failed to achieve his goal.

Because of his hunting of Marines, he was targeted by Raleigh and ultimately died tragically at the hands of the Marines.

But why is it standing alive and well in front of me now?

"wrong?"

Katakuri sensed that Mihawk's state in front of him was very strange.

Even when Katakuri recognized him, he showed no emotion whatsoever, his eyes as still and frighteningly calm as a pool of stagnant water.

Mihawk ignored Katakuri's movements and swung his sword straight at Katakuri's legs.

Faced with this powerful enemy, even Katakuri was not confident that his Observation Haki could evade his attacks.

He could only use his trident to block, then pulled back to create space.

"Cream wrapped around!"

Several arms made of glutinous rice balls sprouted from Katakuri's body, rushing towards Mihawk in front of him.

In the air, there were also mochi balls summoned by Katakuri, attempting to stick Mihawk to them.

In Katakuri's view, it seemed that Mihawk was already enveloped in his mochi.

But the next second, his nerves started screaming warnings as he saw the scene three seconds later in his vision.

It was a large, black sword that mercilessly cleaved into his chest.

"not good!"

Katakuri didn't have time to think and instinctively held his trident in front of his chest.

clang!

The immense impact sent Katakuri flying backward, spitting out blood.

At that moment, the glutinous rice balls in the sky had just landed.

Katakuri quickly stood up from the ground and stared coldly at Mihawk in front of him.

At that moment, the glutinous rice ball on the ground automatically split in two, as if it had been cut open by something sharp.

Mihawk was not intimidated by Katakuri's methods; he had become a ruthless killing machine and naturally attacked according to his own commands.

Before Katakuri could even speak, Mihawk raised his hand and unleashed several magnificent sword beams.

Then, with a flash, he disappeared behind the sword's edge.

"Left side? Right side?"

Katakuri saw the image again: a sharp long sword piercing through his chest from behind.

clack.

Katakuri, who was standing still, turned into a large ball of glutinous rice.

The long sword, covered in Armament Haki, pierced through the mochi ball, but had no effect whatsoever.

In the distance, Katakuri's figure slowly emerged from the ground.

His face was already somewhat pale at this moment.

Even he was extremely cautious when dealing with a master like Mihawk.

Because this enemy has incorporated all the techniques of swordsmanship into his own swordsmanship, each of his strikes, though not particularly flashy, is enough to kill.

This is what Katakuri finds most troublesome.

If Mihawk is given even the slightest chance, he will either die or be seriously injured.

But once injured, it's as good as death in the eyes of a master.

"Sticky rice ball restraint!"

Katakuri extended his left hand, using the lump of mochi to firmly hold Mihawk's longsword in place.

"So, how much fighting power does a swordsman who has lost his sword still have?"

Katakuri said with great confidence.

Mihawk paid no attention to Katakuri's voice, but instead opened his mouth wide and aimed it at the mochi that bound the long sword.

A beam of light began to appear from his mouth, growing brighter and brighter.

boom!

The laser beam struck the mochi that bound the longsword directly. Under the attack of high-intensity energy, even the mochi created by Katakuri could not last three seconds.

It was directly carbonized by the high temperature, turning into a pile of black residue.

And Mihawk's black sword, Night, was once again in his grasp.

"That attack... does it mean you're like them?!"

Katakuri finally realized that something was wrong.

He knew that Mihawk had never eaten any fruit before he died.

But now, Mihawk has inexplicably acquired Borsalino's skills.

Moreover, Katakuri had already been in contact with the Pacifistas, and he immediately recognized it as a product of naval technology.

He finally understood that the enemy in front of him was no longer human.

He should be called the Navy's new generation of killing machine.

Facing such an opponent, Katakuri's pressure has increased significantly.

Because Mihawk, who is devoid of human emotions and pain, doesn't care whether he gets hurt.

Even if it meant losing an arm, he would not hesitate to do so in exchange for Katakuri's life.

Because for the current Seraph of Mihawk, if an arm is lost, it can be replaced, or even an arm with special genes can be added.

Whoosh!

Mihawk's figure disappeared into the darkness once again.

Katakuri was on high alert, and his Observation Haki was pushed to its maximum intensity, constantly facing attacks from this great swordsman.

On the ground, due to the battle between Mihawk and Katakuri, Issho, who is skilled in Observation Haki, found their exact location.

"Doesn't Lord Zephyr need any support?"

Yixiao, standing on the ground above them with Zephyr, Garp, and the others, asked.

Zephyr seemed very confident, and he said slowly:

"You can tell from the white beard that the Seraph combat robot Raleigh sent is trustworthy, can't you?"

"That's Mihawk's Seraphim battle robot; Katakuri is no match for it."

"Besides, we have more important guests to keep us company."

Yixiao seemed to understand, nodded, and waited with Zephyr, Garp, and the others for the special guest.

At this moment, while Katakuri and Mihawk were engaged in a life-or-death struggle, Charlotte Linlin, who had been going berserk on Whole Cake Island, finally quieted down.

After eating a large meal, she opened her eyes, looked at her children who were in tears in front of her, and roared in dissatisfaction:

"Why are you crying? Didn't Mommy forbid you from crying?"

Even when Charlotte Linlin began to threaten them, they did not stop crying as Charlotte Linlin had instructed. Instead, one of their children stepped forward and handed them a life card.

"Mom, Katakuri is fighting for his life. According to his Vivre Card, Katakuri's condition is not good."

After being brought back from the island where they were doomed by Katakuri, they waited for Charlotte Linlin to regain consciousness, because at this moment, no one in Whole Cake Island except Charlotte Linlin could save Katakuri.

Where is he?

Charlotte Linlin grabbed the Life Card.

He was filled with rage as he looked at his children.

"Mom, Katakuri is on the third line of defense, Fruit Island."

Charlotte Linlin nodded, then summoned her Homie and flew out of the palace. Before leaving, she also took the opportunity to harvest the lifespan of her children in front of her.

Although all of these children had twenty years of their lives taken away, they were filled with excitement when they saw Charlotte Linlin fly away.

This means that their brother Katakuri has a chance to survive.

However, what they didn't know was...

As Charlotte Linlin's figure flew away from Whole Cake Island, the figure that had been hiding in the dark clouds watched Charlotte Linlin disappear into the distance.

"Lingling, say goodbye to your children and your world."

With his flowing blond hair and rugged face, he could easily scare several passersby to death if seen by others.

Because no one expected that Shiki the Golden Lion, whose body should have been rotting, would actually reappear alive in the eyes of the world.

"Then, let divine punishment descend from this moment."

After Charlotte Linlin left, Shiki the Golden Lion silently descended from the sky into Charlotte Linlin's palace.

The children who were kneeling on the ground had not yet left when, in the instant they looked up, they noticed out of the corner of their eyes that there was another figure on the throne.

"Who are you, daring to sit on Mother's throne... You... You're not dead, are you?!"

The loud shout drew everyone's attention.

They all looked toward the golden-haired figure sitting on the throne.

"I have died once, of course, but now it is time for you to die for the first time as well."

"Fungi Fruit - Spore Bomb!"

The golden lion's body began to swell, and then countless streams of air shot out from it.

Some are colorless and transparent, while others are colorful.

Charlotte's children immediately sensed something was wrong, but their retreat was far slower than the spores expanded.

Before they left the palace, dozens of streams of wind carrying spores blew past them.

Some of the weaker members of the Charlotte family immediately bled from all seven orifices and collapsed helplessly to the ground.

Even the presence of Juice Minister Charlotte Smoothie in this group was of no use.

Her resistance to the poison was not much higher than others, and besides, she was currently enduring it entirely on her own.

However, the water content in a body is always limited, while the reproductive capacity of the spore bomb far exceeds the water content in her body.

She couldn't hold on any longer and knelt down on the ground.

She mustered her strength to try and reach for the Den Den Mushi in her pocket to contact Charlotte Linlin, only to find that the Den Den Mushi had also been poisoned to death by the deadly poison.

Looking out from Charlotte Linlin's palace, these wildly growing spores are sweeping across the entire world centered on Cake Island.

The hosts that are poisoned by them become the best nourishment.

As more and more creatures fell, the entire Whole Cake Island had become a living hell.

There were dead bodies everywhere.

Charlotte Linlin, who had already left Whole Cake Island, was completely unaware of all this.

She is now determined to rescue Katakuri, her most capable subordinate.

Fruit Island, an underground battlefield.

Katakuri's face had turned pale, and large amounts of sweat were dripping down his cheeks.

The scars on his body testified to his predicament.

On the other side, Mihawk was not having an easy time either, as his body was pierced by Katakuri's trident.

But just as Katakuri feared, Mihawk, who had been transformed into a combat robot, would not have his combat power affected at all until his core was damaged.

Even though it pierced his chest, not a single drop of blood flowed out.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the rock and soil above their heads were pierced, and a tall figure landed on Vice Admiral Katakuri and Mihawk.

Sunlight streamed in and shone on his body.

His signature crescent-shaped beard already identified him.

"Whitebeard - Edward Newgate!"

Katakuri's body became ice-cold.

Mihawk alone had already left him battered and bruised, and now with the addition of another legendary pirate, he felt he had nowhere to escape.

Blub Blub... Blub Blub...

Katakuri's Den Den Mushi suddenly rang.

Like a signal, Mihawk brandished his black sword, Night, while the white-bearded man brandished his own.

Murakumo pounced on him.

Katakuri took out the Den Den Mushi from his pocket and glanced at it. It was the Den Den Mushi Charlotte Linlin had specifically used to contact him.

"Katakuri, can you hold on?"

Charlotte Linlin's voice came through, accompanied by the whistling of the wind.

Katakuri looked at the two men who were already rushing towards him and said with a bitter smile:

"It's too late, Mom!"

In his final moments, Katakuri raised his trident and charged bravely at Whitebeard and Mihawk.

Kama!

Three figures flashed past.

Katakuri stared blankly at the trident in his hand.

In the close-quarters combat just now, Whitebeard's Murakumogiri sliced ​​through his trident without any difficulty.

Without the protection of the trident, Katakuri was naturally slashed in the neck by Mihawk.

Three more black holes pierced through the white-bearded man's chest.

But this does not affect the outcome of the battle.

Charlotte Katakuri, the leader of the Sweet Commanders, has died in battle!