Uchiha Puppet Master, Starting from One Piece.

His body was no longer human-shaped.

But his eyes remained open.

His will has not broken down.

Retsu Unohana looked at him, a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes.

"You're very strong, Jack."

Her voice was very soft, as if she were talking to an old friend.

"Your will, your body, your strength all inspire my admiration."

She paused.

"But that's what battle is all about."

"It's either you or me who dies."

She raised the sickle, and the red liquid on the blade began to condense.

"The final cut."

Her voice was very soft, so soft it sounded like a sigh.

This cut will bring you down.

Her body disappeared.

Then, a blood-red light appeared before Jack's eyes.

That light illuminated the entire world.

Then, everything returned to darkness.

Jack's body fell into the blood-red swamp, blood gushing from his body and staining the entire swamp red.

His eyes were closed, his breathing was weak, and his heartbeat was slow.

But he is still alive.

Because Retsu Unohana said she wouldn't let him die.

At least, we won't let him die so quickly.

Retsu Unohana stood in the center of the blood-red swamp, red liquid flowing from the scythe in her hand.

She looked down at Jack lying on the ground, her eyes as calm as a still pond.

"Your strength is indeed remarkable."

Her voice was very soft, so soft it was as if she were talking to herself.

"But your luck isn't so good."

She sheathed her scythe, and the crimson swamp began to recede, the red liquid flowing back into the blade.

The Zanpakuto returned to its original form, its silver blade gleaming in the morning light.

Unohana Retsu sheathed her sword, turned around, and walked towards the center of the battlefield.

After taking two steps, she suddenly stopped and looked back at Jack lying on the ground.

"Your recovery ability is indeed very strong."

She paused.

"But in the face of annihilation, nothing matters."

"Because in this world, only my ability to recover is absolute."

A smile curved her lips.

"This is my power."

She turned around and continued walking toward the center of the battlefield.

Behind him lay Jack, lying in a pool of blood.

And corpses all over the ground.

Sunlight shone on her, her white kimono fluttered in the morning breeze, and her long black hair shimmered in the sunlight.

A gentle smile still lingered on her face.

But a trace of madness still lingered in those eyes.

A hint of bloodlust.

A sense of satisfaction after a moment of carnage.

Chapter 209 Artoria vs. Quinn

The smoke from the battlefield had not yet dissipated, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and burnt food.

At this point, Kaido was already facing off against Shiraha, while Unohana, having dealt with Jack, was now up against King.

After Jack fell, the Beasts Pirates' henchmen scattered and fled like a pack of rabbits chased away by a tiger.

But the deserters stopped abruptly after running less than two hundred meters.

It wasn't because of courage.

It's because of fear.

A person stood before them.

It was a young girl.

She wore a set of silver-white armor, inlaid with blue patterns that shimmered softly in the morning light.

Her golden hair was tied up in a bun, with a few strands hanging down from her forehead, swaying gently in the breeze.

She held a sword in her hand.

The sword was enveloped in transparent wind, obscuring its shape. Only the wind could be seen flowing across the blade, as if an invisible dragon were coiled around it.

Her eyes were emerald green, as clear as two pools of spring water.

But there was no gentleness in those two springs.

Only perseverance.

"This road is blocked."

Her voice was very soft, so soft that it sounded like she was stating a fact.

But it was just that one simple sentence that made the deserters' legs begin to tremble.

Because they sensed an even more terrifying aura emanating from her.

That aura wasn't murderous.

It is sacred.

It is a kind of sanctity that makes people dare not offend, dare not approach, and dare not look directly at.

"Who...who are you?!"

A member of the Beasts Squad mustered his courage, raised his gun, and aimed it at her chest.

The girl did not answer.

She merely turned the sword in her hand slightly, and the wind flowed along the blade, producing a soft sound.

The member's finger pulled the trigger.

The bullet flew from the gun barrel and shot towards the girl's chest.

The girl did not dodge.

She simply raised her sword, and the wind surged from its blade, forming an invisible shield in front of her.

The bullet struck the wind wall with a muffled thud and then fell to the ground.

The member's eyes widened suddenly.

"A monster!"

He threw down his gun and ran away.

The others followed suit, scattering like a group of frightened rabbits.

The girl did not chase after him.

She simply stood there, sword in hand, watching their retreating figures, her eyes as calm as a still lake.

"Deserting in the face of battle? You damned bastards."

A hoarse voice came from afar, carrying a hint of mockery and cruelty.

Those deserters who were trying to escape had run less than fifty meters before their bodies suddenly froze.

Their skin began to darken, their lips began to turn purple, and their eyes began to become bloodshot.

Then, one by one, they fell down.

Their bodies twitched a few times on the ground, then remained completely still.

The girl's brows furrowed slightly.

She looked up and gazed in the direction from which the sound came.

On the other side of the battlefield, a huge figure was walking towards them.

The figure was very tall, at least three meters tall, twice the height of an average person.

His body was very fat, round like a ball, but it wasn't just puffy fat; it was solid fat covering explosive muscles.

He wore sunglasses on his head, and behind the sunglasses were small eyes, as small as two green beans, but those two green beans gleamed with a cunning light.

He had a cigar dangling from his mouth, the smoke drifting out and swirling in the air.

His hair was blonde and styled in a strange way.

He wore a gold necklace with a skull pendant hanging from it, and two rubies were inlaid in the teeth of the pendant.