Uchiha Puppet Master, Starting from One Piece.

Faced with such an opponent, resistance would only increase casualties. It was fortunate that the opponent did not kill them all. So they simply stopped struggling, let their injuries spread, and gave up completely, not even bothering to lift their heads.

Only Huoshaoshan, supporting himself with his broken katana, knelt on one knee on the deck, his scarlet eyes fixed on Artoria in mid-air and Unohana Retsu walking slowly in the distance, his humiliation and resentment burning wildly like a raging fire.

He was a senior vice admiral in the Navy Headquarters, who had fought countless battles throughout his life, slaying pirates and suppressing rebellions. He wielded a famous sword and his swordsmanship was among the best in the Navy. He always considered himself a righteous and iron-blooded man, so how could he have ever suffered such humiliation?

To have his sword energy shattered and his righteous coat torn apart by a seemingly delicate woman's sword, without even touching the hem of her garment, was more painful than being killed.

"A woman... she actually lost to a woman, the one who slipped through the net ten years ago..."

Fire Mountain growled in a low voice, his teeth grinding together. The wound at the corner of his mouth reopened, and blood flowed down his jaw. He could not accept that his proud strength was so vulnerable in front of two women, and he could not accept that his fleet and colleagues were so easily crushed. This was the most thorough trampling on his dignity as a naval vice admiral.

Ignoring his broken ribs and torn muscles, Huoshaoshan clenched his teeth and unleashed the power hidden deep within him, returning to life.

A pale blue aura instantly enveloped his entire body, his muscles writhed wildly, his bones cracked and snapped back into place, his previously sunken chest slowly swelled up, and his severed blood vessels and meridians healed at a visible speed. His previously pale face regained its sickly flush.

In the blink of an eye, Fire Mountain forcibly repaired most of its injuries by returning to life. It suddenly stood up, and a violent aura burst out from its body. Armament Haki wrapped around the blade like a black MTR train.

"I don't agree!!"

He roared to the sky, his voice hoarse yet filled with violence, his gaze fixed on Retsu Unohana as she slowly approached. In his eyes, Artoria's power was too domineering and difficult to contend with.

The seemingly gentle and harmless woman in white before him was merely using strange powers to slaughter soldiers; her swordsmanship was certainly inferior to his.

"Damn it, you wretched woman, daring to brandish your weapons in front of me? Today I will kill you and wash away this humiliation!"

Huoshaoshan stomped his foot hard on the deck, and the wooden deck instantly cracked with countless spiderweb-like fissures. His figure shot out like an arrow, and the samurai sword in his hand was wrapped with the Armament Haki he had been fully unleashed. He slashed out with a strike that was enough to cut through steel. The wind from the blade howled and went straight for Unohana Retsu's head. The move was ruthless and left no room for mercy.

With this strike, he exerted all his strength, unleashing decades of swordsmanship. The speed of the strike was so fast that it even produced a sonic boom. In his eyes, this strike was enough to cleave the white-clad woman in front of him in two.

However, faced with this fatal strike, Retsu Unohana merely raised her eyes slightly, her gentle face showing no emotion whatsoever. Only deep within her eyes, a fierce ferocity surged forth, like an ancient beast that had been sleeping, slowly opening its eyes.

She didn't even speed up; her steps remained light, as if strolling in her own courtyard. With a slight lift of her wrist, the Zanpakuto at her waist silently unsheathed, its blade curved and gleaming with a faint red light. There was no earth-shattering spiritual pressure, no dazzling light; it was just a simple flick.

clang--!!

The deafening clang of metal against metal echoed across the sea, so piercing that all the naval soldiers present covered their ears, their heads throbbing with pain.

The powerful strike from the mountain was easily parried by Retsu Unohana's light and effortless slash, as if it were made of paper. The immense recoil swept through his body along the blade, numbing his arm and causing his hand to split open, gushing blood. The katana nearly flew out of his hand.

"what?!"

Fire Mountain's pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, true fear rose in his heart. However, his stubbornness and unwillingness made him refuse to back down. He suddenly drew his sword and changed his move. The exquisite moves of the Navy swordsmanship came one after another. He slashed, cut, thrust, flicked, and slashed. The sword shadows were numerous, and he attacked Unohana Retsu's vital points like a storm. His Armament Haki was pushed to the extreme. Each strike was enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.

However, in Retsu Unohana's eyes, his swordsmanship, which he was so proud of, was full of flaws and as childish as a child playing around.

Unohana Retsu moved slightly, her steps light and agile. No matter how violent or cunning Huoshaoshan's blade strikes were, they always missed by a hair's breadth and could not touch even a sliver of her clothing.

The curved Zanpakuto in her hand was like a nimble venomous snake. Every parry and every flick was extremely precise, easily neutralizing all of Fire Mountain's attacks and even gradually eroding his sword momentum.

The clanging sounds continued incessantly, but it was no longer a clash between evenly matched forces; instead, it was a one-sided toying and crushing.

Chapter 147 Kenpachi's Trial

Huoshaoshan grew increasingly alarmed and desperate as the fight progressed. His arms grew heavier, his breathing became more erratic, and his strength was dwindling. Yet, the woman in white before him remained gentle and composed, her breathing steady without even a hint of disturbance. It was as if his attacks were nothing more than a gentle breeze to her.

"Your sword is too crude."

Unohana Retsu's gentle voice rang out, like winter ice piercing into the heart of the Fiery Mountain.

"Your moves are flashy but impractical, your power is weak and your beliefs are easily shattered. Your so-called justice is nothing but an excuse to bully the weak by relying on your power. You don't even understand the heart of the sword, yet you dare to call yourself a swordsman?"

The moment the words left her lips, Retsu Unohana's eyes turned cold, and her spiritual pressure, no longer restrained, erupted like a tsunami, her blade instantly radiating a chilling and ferocious aura.

This is the aura of the first Kenpachi, the most powerful swordsmanship aura in Soul Society!

Huoshaoshan felt his whole body stiffen, as if he were bound by invisible shackles, unable to move even a finger. His katana trembled violently, and his Armament Haki instantly collapsed. Like prey facing its natural enemy, he couldn't even muster the thought of resistance.

He stared wide-eyed at the woman in white before him, at the curved, red-glowing Zanpakuto in her hand, and at her cold, emotionless eyes. He finally understood that the woman before him was someone he could not contend with, and that her previous gentleness was nothing more than pity for an ant.

"No...it's impossible..."

Huoshaoshan made a hoarse sound from his throat, and before he could finish speaking, Unohana Retsu had already moved.

There were no earth-shattering moves, no ferocious slashes, just a simple thrust.

puff!

The sharp, curved Zanpakuto pierced through Fire Mountain's throat as easily as piercing a thin sheet of paper. The tip of the blade emerged from the back of his neck, and blood dripped slowly down the curved blade, splashing onto the deck and blooming into eerie blood flowers.

Fire Mountain's eyes were wide open, and his mouth was agape, but he couldn't make a sound, only hissing as he breathed out. His hands gripped the Zanpakuto that was piercing his throat tightly, his nails digging deep into the blade, but he couldn't budge it an inch.

With a slight flick of her wrist, Unohana Retsu pierced through the body of Kashoyama with her curved Zanpakuto and hoisted him high into the air. His feet left the ground, and he struggled helplessly in the air, blood gushing from the wound in his throat, staining the white deck and Unohana Retsu's white haori.

A sea breeze swept by, white robes fluttering in the wind. Unohana Retsu stood amidst a pool of blood, her face still gentle, but her eyes were icy cold, like a demon from hell. Her curved Zanpakuto pierced through the throat of the fire mountain, leaving him hanging in mid-air like a dead dog. The ferocious aura emanating from her, reminiscent of the first Kenpachi, silenced the entire sea.

Not far away, Doberman, Stolberg, and others watched this scene with icy coldness, not daring to even breathe.

As they gazed at the figure in white standing amidst the pool of blood, at the blood-stained, curved Zanpakuto in her hand, and at the Fiery Mountain, its throat pierced and hanging high, the last trace of resentment and resistance in their hearts vanished completely.

That wasn't a battle; it was God's judgment on ants, Kenpachi's crushing of mediocrity.

They finally understood that the people in front of them were not beings they could provoke, and that the Demon Buster Order meant nothing to them.

Fire Mountain's struggles grew weaker and weaker until finally its head lolled to the side, and it breathed its last. Its throat was still pierced by Retsu Unohana's Zanpakuto, and it hung in mid-air like a shameful specimen, demonstrating the fate of the provocateur.

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence, with only the sound of waves crashing against the warships and the sea breeze carrying the stench of blood, permeating the waters above Enies Lobby.

Thousands of naval soldiers trembled, their weapons falling to the ground, no longer daring to resist. Of the five senior vice admirals, one was dead and four were wounded; of the ten warships, one was sunk and nine were damaged. The Buster Call, the force that symbolized the absolute military power of the World Government, had become a complete joke in front of two women.

Bai Yu gently patted Robin's shoulder, his eyes remaining calm and undisturbed as he looked at the figure in white robes, holding a blood-stained Zanpakuto on the sea.

The deathly silence on the sea had not yet been broken. The corpse of Kashoyama was still suspended in mid-air, its throat pierced by Unohana Retsu's Zanpakuto. Blood dripped down the curved blade and fell onto the blood-stained deck with a chilling soft sound.

Doberman, Stolberg, and the others were still pretending to be dead, their bodies drenched in cold sweat. Their minds went blank as they stared at the figure in white, which was as white as snow but fierce and intimidating.

Thousands of naval soldiers had already abandoned their armor and weapons, trembling on the deck. The Buster Call fleet, which once symbolized the supreme authority of the World Government, was now nothing but broken hulls, dripping blood, and boundless fear.

Bai Yu gently put his arm around Robin's shoulder and said softly, "It's all over. There's no need for more killing. This person was one of the culprits who massacred Ohara back then. Now we should go."

Just as everyone was about to turn and leave, Artoria slowly raised her head in mid-air. Her eyes swept over the Enies Lobby, a symbol of the World Government's darkness and tyranny, and her gaze was devoid of any emotion, only displaying the absolute majesty of the Queen of Britain.

"Oppression, this is oppression of the people."

The orders issued from this island were among the instigators of Ohara's destruction. It is a sinful place that oppresses the weak and despises justice, a den of evil for the likes of Spandam who abuse their power, and the source of the ten-year shadow that has shrouded Robin's heart.

Keeping it is useless.

Only by destroying it can I find peace of mind.

Artoria slowly raised her right hand holding the sword, Excalibur, which emitted a crisp hum in her palm. The golden magic power that had been restrained on the blade began to surge wildly, like a sleeping golden dragon slowly awakening.

The sea beneath her feet instantly calmed down, even the waves stopped crashing, as if all things in heaven and earth were awaiting the judgment of this king.

The next second, Artoria gripped the hilt of Excalibur with both hands, slowly raising the blade above her head. Brilliant golden magic erupted from her body, no longer the protective light that had enveloped her, but a golden torrent that pierced the heavens and earth, like the sun falling to earth, so dazzling that everyone instinctively closed their eyes, unable to look directly at it.

The sword emitted a light more dazzling than the stars, and the king's might once again swept across the heavens and earth. This time, it was no longer a pressure aimed at mortals, but a divine power capable of tearing space and destroying mountains.

The air currents were forcibly distorted by the magic, emitting a piercing whistle. The sea surface was pressed into a huge crater by an invisible force, and the cloudless sky was dyed a sacred and domineering gold by this golden light.

"Th-what is that...?"

Doberman struggled to lift his head, his pupils contracting violently with extreme fear as he stared at the golden holy sword that seemed to gather the power of heaven and earth. His throat was so dry that he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

He had never seen such terrifying power before. It had long surpassed Haki, Devil Fruits, and the limits of human comprehension. This was the power of a god!

Chapter 148 Wrath

Artoria's gaze calmly locked onto Enies Lobby below. With a slight downward press of her wrist, the tip of Excalibur pointed at the island of sin. Golden magic, gathered to its zenith, condensed at the tip of the sword into a light capable of devouring everything. Within the light, a violent power continuously compressed and expanded, as if it would engulf everything in the next second.

"Excalibur!"

The moment the King's Judgment fell, a golden beam of light that stretched across the heavens and earth erupted from the tip of the Sword of Excalibur!

There was no earth-shattering prelude, only pure and ultimate destruction and holiness.

The golden beam of light crashed down on the center of Enies Lobby with devastating force. First, it struck the Gate of Justice, the supposedly indestructible island of Enies Lobby. The moment the beam touched it, the gate shattered like melting snow. The steel walls, the heavy stone gate, and the plaque engraved with the word "Justice" were all crushed into dust by the golden magic.

Immediately afterwards, the beam of light swept across the entire Enies Lobby.

The courthouse rooftop, the trial chamber, the dungeons where prisoners were held, the naval barracks, Spandam's command tower... all the buildings collapsed, shattered, and turned to ashes in the face of this ultimate magic.

The beams of light ploughed deep, bottomless trenches into the hard rocky ground, causing the earth to crack and seawater to gush out from underground. The entire island began to collapse and sink at a visible speed.

Spandam collapsed onto the shattered ground, watching the golden pillar of light devour everything, watching Enies Lobby, where he once stood, turn into nothingness within the pillar of light. Terrified, he lost control of his bladder and bowels again, but he couldn't even scream. He could only watch helplessly as death descended upon him.

The golden beam of light continued to sweep across, completely destroying the foundation of Enies Lobby. The entire island was like a block of wood broken by a tremendous force, splitting in two from the center. The fractured rock layers tumbled and seawater surged wildly into the cracked earth, creating a deafening roar.

The fragments of the island turned into rubble in the aftershocks of the magic and were swept away by the giant waves. Enies Lobby, which once stood majestically and symbolized the absolute authority of the world government, was slowly sinking into the sea in a desperate manner.

The roar was deafening, and smoke and seawater shot into the sky, blotting out the sun.

Dozens of seconds later, the golden beam of light slowly receded, and Artoria sheathed her sword and stood there. The golden magic gradually faded away, and she returned to her cold and dignified appearance, as if the earth-shattering attack just now was as easy as raising her hand.

In the sea below, Enies Lobby has completely disappeared.

All that remained were rolling waves, murky seawater, floating pebbles, and the lingering warmth of golden magic in the air.

This island, which had stood for centuries, perpetrated the Ohara massacre, and deceived countless people, was called the Judiciary but was rife with sin. It was completely erased from the sea and sank to the bottom of the ocean, never to be seen again.

On the sea, all the naval personnel watching this scene were completely stunned.

The five lieutenant generals were ashen-faced, their last shred of hope shattered. They finally understood that the two men before them could easily erase the World Government's iconic buildings. The Buster Call? It was nothing more than dust that could be wiped out at will.

Apart from the dead Fire Mountain and the inherently evil Spandam, Bai Yu did not exterminate the remaining marines. He simply destroyed all the warships and left them to fend for themselves.

The next day...

As dawn broke through the clouds of the Grand Line, Morgans' Bird-Bird Fruit, Mythical Zoan type, Albatross form, commanded a vast flock of news birds that blotted out the sun to travel to various places.

These newsbirds, clutching newspapers with scalding ink in their claws, cut through the sea breeze with their wings, sending messages powerful enough to overturn the entire world to every island, every sea, and every inhabited corner.

The newspaper's front page featured eye-catching, bold, scarlet lettering, accompanied by photos of the terrified navy personnel at the scene.

A blonde female swordswoman, wielding her sword with godlike brilliance, a white-clad woman's Zanpakuto piercing a vice admiral's throat and hanging his corpse as a warning, the entire Enies Lobby transformed into an abyss-like trench, ten Buster Call warships shattered and adrift on the sea... Every scene is rife with distortions that shatter the world's understanding.

Shocking! Enies Lobby sinks overnight! Symbol of the World Government turns to seabed dust!

Buster Call Suffers Crushing Defeat! One Vice Admiral Dead and Four Wounded! Mysterious Female Duo Overwhelms Marine Headquarters!

Ohara remnants and accomplices! Official wanted notice: The most vicious criminal organization in history has arrived!

Newsbird's newspaper was everywhere—in the taverns of Windmill Village, the auction houses of the Sabaody Archipelago, the territories of the Four Emperors, the plaza of Marineford, and even in remote fishing villages far away on the seas. Wherever the wind blew, people would crumple up this newspaper, accompanied by gasps, gasps of surprise, and the sound of tables and chairs being overturned.

Marineford was eerily quiet in the early morning. The marines, who had been standing in neat rows, held newspapers in their hands, their fingers trembling so much they could barely hold the papers. Their eyes were fixed on the words "Enies Lobby sinks" and "Buster Call wiped out," their faces grim.