One Piece: The Cryo Doctor on the Straw Hat Ship

Seven layers of power combined, transforming into the figure of a ghostly swordsman!

Brooke slowly raised his right hand, and a gentleman's cane quietly appeared at his slender, bony fingertips.

At the top of the cane, a translucent flame of soul burned quietly, swaying gracefully amidst the smoke.

"Since you are Death—"

Brooke's voice, tinged with a hint of mockery, echoed across the smoke-filled battlefield:

"Then let me see if your scythe can reap—a soul that has already died once!"

The moment the words fell—

His figure suddenly vanished from the spot!

A ghostly afterimage flashed by, but the air remained completely still.

He seemed to transform into a pure stream of souls, appearing in a way that defied common sense, less than three meters in front of the man with the skull and moose mask!

"What!?"

The man in the skull and moose mask's pupils suddenly contracted, and his long-handled scythe instinctively swung forward, the dark green slash wave carrying the aura of death, slashing straight at the ghostly figure!

however--

Brook's body became ethereal and transparent once more. The deadly slash, powerful enough to cut through steel, passed through his body as if it were air, leaving a deep trench in the ground.

However, he himself reformed into a physical form the instant he passed through the slash, and his right cane pierced out like a sharp sword!

"Soul Strike!"

Pfft—!

The ball of soul flame at the tip of the cane pierced precisely into the chest of the man wearing the skull and moose mask!

There was no blood splattering, no wounds tearing open.

But the man in the skull and moose mask suddenly trembled, as if some invisible force had pierced through his soul.

"Uh... ah!"

He let out a painful groan, and for the first time, genuine horror appeared in his cold eyes.

He could sense it—

That blow pierced through his physical defenses and struck his soul directly!

Even if he is the god who controls life and death!

"What...what are you?!"

His voice was hoarse and trembling, carrying a fear that came from the depths of his soul.

"Just a gentleman who died once."

Brooke's voice remained as composed as ever, and with a slight turn of his right hand, his cane traced an elegant arc in his grasp.

"However, since you call yourself the Grim Reaper—"

He tilted his head slightly, a meaningful smile playing at the corners of his lips:

"Then it seems I was born with the power to defy you!"

Before the words were finished—

At the same time, the bomb phantoms around him burst forth!

Five, ten, twenty... like black stars surging from the void, they swept over the man with the skull and moose head mask!

The power of the Speed-Speed ​​Fruit propelled the bomb ghosts to their maximum speed, leaving trails of dark afterimages in the air.

The power of the Float-Float Fruit grants them completely free flight paths. They no longer attack in a straight line, but rather, like sentient beings, they draw strange arcs in the air, simultaneously encircling from all directions!

The man in the skull and moose mask suddenly contracted his pupils, wildly swinging his long-handled scythe in front of him. Dark green slashing waves wove together into a net of death, attempting to intercept the rapidly approaching bomb ghosts.

however--

Brooke's lips curled into a triumphant smile.

"too slow."

His voice, like a ghostly whisper, echoed through the smoke of battle.

The next moment—

Just before they were hit by the slash, those bomb ghosts suddenly accelerated simultaneously!

The extreme acceleration of the Speed-Speed ​​Fruit, combined with the free change of direction of the Float-Float Fruit—the bomb ghosts, like birds with life, suddenly turned at the moment they were about to be struck, bypassing the interception of the Death Net, and crashed into the body of the skull moose-headed masked man from an even more tricky angle!

boom--!!!

Chapter 235 Helpless!

The deafening explosions echoed throughout the entire battlefield!

Black smoke billowed into the sky, carrying crimson flames and dark green fragments of souls, like a blooming flower of death blossoming above the smoke-filled battlefield.

The shockwave spread wildly in all directions from the point of explosion, blasting away all the surrounding debris and dust, leaving a huge crater in the ground with a diameter of tens of meters.

A staggering figure slowly emerged from the smoke.

The man in the skull and moose mask had charred wounds all over his body, and his eyes beneath the mask gleamed with a mixture of anger and fear.

His body was trembling slightly—not from pain, but from…fear.

The damage caused by those bomb ghosts is not just physical.

They acted directly on his soul, each explosion like a storm raging deep within his soul, causing his proud immortality to experience unprecedented pain.

"This...this is impossible..."

His voice was hoarse and trembling, carrying a sense of madness on the verge of collapse:

"My immortality... how could it possibly be..."

"Your soul has been wounded, hasn't it?"

Brooke's voice came through the smoke of battle, as calm as ever.

His figure slowly emerged from the smoke, white steam swirling around him, his afro swaying gently in the heat.

He raised his right hand, his cane twirling gently between his fingertips, his posture as elegant as if he had just attended a ball:

"Immortality is indeed powerful—but your immortality is only at the physical level."

He tilted his head slightly, and a glint of wisdom flashed in his deep eyes:

"And my attack—acts directly on the soul."

"No matter how your body recovers, as long as your soul is injured, that pain will always exist."

He paused, a meaningful smile playing at the corners of his lips:

"This is the power gained through 'death'."

The man in the skull and moose mask trembled violently, and for the first time, true despair appeared in his cold eyes.

He gritted his teeth, the veins bulging on his right hand as he gripped the long-handled sickle.

"You...you monster..."

"monster?"

Brooke chuckled softly, and the cane twirled gently in his hand:

"Perhaps—but at least, I'm a monster who knows how to appreciate music."

He raised his cane and pointed to the distant battlefield:

"Can you hear that drumbeat? That's the drumbeat of our liberation."

"Until this drumbeat stops—we, the Straw Hat Pirates, are invincible."

The moment he finished speaking, his figure vanished from the spot once again!

Ghostly speed, combined with the destructive power of the Bomb Fruit and the free flight trajectory granted by the Float-Float Fruit—

A white, ghostly light drew a graceful arc across the smoke-filled battlefield, slashing straight at the staggering figure of death!

On the other side of the battlefield—

Within the massive chasm that runs across Marineford, seawater surges and white steam rises.

Luffy's Sevenfold Nikka form is fiercely clashing with Shamrock Saint's broken blade, each clash creating a deafening roar.

Zoro's six forms were stacked, repeatedly slicing and tearing apart the Qiongqi, the blade flashing like a purgatory.

Sanji's figure remained elusive; only the ever-growing, penetrating wounds on the masked man proved that he was indeed still on the battlefield.

And V—

He has already set his sights on his next target, or rather...

They are the next group of targets.

"Hey! You guys, you're not here to watch a show, are you!?"

He suddenly spoke to the members of the Knights of God who were still in a daze.

Before the words were even finished, the remaining members of the Knights of God on the battlefield finally awoke from their daze.

"Damn it! These guys are no ordinary people!" Shepard Somaz Saint gripped the barbed rapier in his hand. The power of the Thorn Fruit surged around him, and jet-black thorns burst from the ground, growing as if they were alive, quickly forming a thorn jungle around him.

"Don't panic!" Rimosieur Kirin Gomsaeng shouted in a deep voice. A burst of blue-green light suddenly erupted from his body, and the Zoan-type Dragon-Dragon Fruit Mythical Zoan Kirin form was activated instantly.

His body swelled, his four hooves treaded on the air, auspicious clouds swirled around him, and the single horn on his head shimmered with a hypnotic light.

"We are the Knights of God! Mere pirates—"

Before he could finish speaking, a white streak of light suddenly appeared in front of him!

Usopp's figure appeared like a ghost, his body already in Nika form.

That's right.

Another Nika!