One Piece: The Cryo Doctor on the Straw Hat Ship

Zoro's voice echoed across the smoke-filled battlefield, carrying an unprecedented sense of arrogance and confidence.

He slowly adjusted the angle of the Wado Ichimonji in his mouth to a more comfortable position, and gently twirled the three swords in his hands, the blades reflecting a cold light.

Sanji followed suit, exhaling a puff of smoke, a sharp smile playing on his lips, as he lightly crushed the cigarette butt on the ground with his right foot.

"Then let's—make a complete ruckus!!!"

Before the words were finished—

Zoro was the first to close his eyes.

It's not fatigue, nor is it underestimating the enemy, but rather a necessary period of reflection and introspection before the immense power surges into the body.

The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes!

A completely different aura suddenly erupted from his body!

White steam swirled and rose around him, just like when Luffy activated Nika form, but with a sharp quality unique to a swordsman.

The steam seemed to have been tempered by the intent of a sword, each surge accompanied by a hissing sound as it cut through the air.

Nika's power, activate!

"W-What!!!!?"

Chapter 228 Could it be Sanika!?

The expressions of the members of the Knights of God suddenly changed.

Shamrock, who clearly understood what Nika represented, showed a particularly noticeable change in expression.

"How is that possible!?"

He stared in astonishment at the battlefield in Zoro's direction.

"Nika? How can there be two!?"

However—this is just the beginning.

The power of the Nika Fruit can turn the impossible into possible.

and so……

Zoro in his Nikka form suddenly grew taller, his muscles becoming even more muscular and angular in an instant.

On his back, a row of bone plates resembling a sword dragon burst forth from his clothes, gleaming with a metallic luster, mirroring the blade in his hand.

Dragon Fruit, Ancient Zoan, Saberosaurus Form!

At the same time, a pair of large wings suddenly unfolded behind him—these were not ordinary wings, but rather a combination of the suppleness of bird feathers and the powerful presence of the ancient moa, with a wingspan of more than ten meters, casting a large shadow in the sunlight.

Bird-Bird Fruit, Ancient Species, Moa Form!

And this is not the end!

A layer of pale golden, translucent carapace-like patterns appeared on his skin, a manifestation of the Zerg's vitality—the Giant Pulse Dragonfly form endowed him with superhuman resilience and resistance to attacks.

Beneath that carapace, a layer of soft, silvery-gray fur quietly covered his body—it was the keen senses brought about by his snow wolf form that allowed him to clearly perceive every change in the airflow and every muscle tremor of his enemies.

finally--

A wild aura emanating from the king of beasts roared from his chest!

Those sharp eyes, as if tinged with a golden beastly luster, exuded the imposing aura and domineering presence of a lion, surveying all living beings.

Insect Fruit, Ancient Species, Giant Pulse Dragonfly Form!

Inu Inu no Mi (Dog-Dog Fruit) - Snow Wolf Form!

Cat-Cat Fruit - Lion Form!

Five Zoan-type abilities, combined with Nika's power, create a six-fold power that intertwines and resonates within the same body!

White steam and black lightning swirled wildly around Zoro's body, the air beneath his feet groaned under the weight, and the ruins beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, the cracks spreading in all directions like a spider web.

Thatcherz Maffei Palace's vertically oriented beastly eyes suddenly contracted. In her Qiongqi form, she felt for the first time a kind of instinctive fear.

"What...what kind of monster is this!?"

Her voice trembled slightly.

Even Qiongqi, an ancient ferocious beast, couldn't help but put away its arrogant and contemptuous eyes when facing Zoro, its face filled with disbelief.

Zoro did not answer.

He simply raised three knives slowly, their blades pointing at the ferocious Qiongqi in the sky—a haughty, almost arrogant smile playing on his lips.

"—It's not just Luffy who can use Nika's power."

His voice was deep and steady, yet carried an undeniable air of judgment:

"Three-Sword Style—"

The moment he finished speaking, his figure shot into the sky like a white meteor!

……

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield.

Sanji moved too.

But what he moved was not his body—it was the world.

The moment V's voice fell, Sanji activated all the power in his body.

There were no earth-shattering air currents, no dazzling light effects.

There was only a very faint "humming" sound, like the moment a hummingbird flaps its wings, and a transparent ripple spread through the air around him.

Speed ​​Fruit - Start.

In that instant, the world as Sanji perceived it underwent a dramatic transformation.

The roar of artillery fire was stretched into a low hum, the flying debris was like dust suspended in the air, and even the light became slow and viscous.

His heart—the same all-purpose prosthetic heart as V's—beat steadily and powerfully in his chest cavity.

On the surface of his six-sided, jet-black heart, six demonic emblem prosthetics lit up simultaneously, like six ignited stars, injecting layers of power into his bloodline.

The first level – the Swift Fruit.

This is his own Devil Fruit ability, which brings the concept of speed to its ultimate form.

With the blessing of this power, he was already the embodiment of extreme speed, enough to traverse the entire battlefield in an instant.

The second level – Nika fruit.

White steam swirled and rose around him, but unlike other Nika forms, the steam around Sanji had a light, streamlined shape, as if it had been tamed by the wind itself.

Nika's power flowed into every muscle and tendon of his body, pushing the impossible balance between speed and strength to a level beyond the limit.

The third level – Bird Fruit, Hummingbird Form.

Once activated, his figure instantly shrank, becoming leaner and more compact, resembling a Mr. Thumb.

A pair of translucent wings suddenly unfolded behind Sanji, their tips shimmering with iridescent light and reflecting a hazy glow amidst the smoke.

These wings granted him the ability to hover in the air and change direction instantly, perfectly complementing the Speed-Speed ​​Fruit.

The fourth level – Paramecia type: Track Fruit.

A faint silver ray appeared in his field of vision, like a pre-laid track, precisely marking the optimal path for each movement.

The power of the Track-Trajectory Fruit allows him to maintain his direction at maximum speed, preventing him from losing control or making misjudgments due to excessive speed.

Every trajectory is precisely calculated to ensure that his body and speed are perfectly matched, without the slightest error.

The fifth level – Paramecia type: Shrink-shrink fruit.

His body, already transformed into a hummingbird, continued to compress until it approached the size of a microorganism, resembling a speck of dust almost invisible to the naked eye.

The sixth level – Paramecia type: Invisibility Fruit.

His form completely disappeared from sight, and even the presence of white steam was stripped away, as if he had been forgotten by the world itself.

His presence could no longer be detected by sight, hearing, or even Observation Haki.

However, the real killer move is the final one.

In the microscopic world, Sanji's fingertips trace an invisible arc in the air—

An unseen door quietly opened before him.

That wasn't a door leading to some corner of the battlefield, but a door leading to a dimensional rift.

His figure vanished from the spot, as if merging into the shadows of the world, as if he had never existed.

"Um!?"

The masked man—the member of the Knights of God whose gas mask was engraved with "46"—paused slightly with his right hand holding the longsword.

The blond, straw-hatted chef with the cigarette dangling from his lips was still standing right in front of him, still mocking him in that lazy, teasing tone—

But at this moment, that person's presence has completely vanished.

"careful!"

From behind, Saint Shamrock's voice pierced the battlefield's clamor like an ice blade, carrying an unusual urgency: "These two pirates are suspicious! Everyone on alert—"

However, his warning had barely fallen—

puff!

A sharp, chilling sound of flesh being pierced echoed through the smoke at the edge of the battlefield.

The masked man suddenly froze.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest—

There, a tiny hole had appeared out of nowhere, its edges so smooth it looked as if it had been pierced by a laser in an instant, before any blood could even flow out.

In the very center of the hole, a wisp of blackened steam was slowly dissipating, as if it were a mark left by some being.

Under normal circumstances, he might not even feel an injury of this magnitude.