The natural system started off strong, but the navy finally reached its peak!

"Rip!" Five bloody gashes appeared on Gern's black shirt, and blood instantly soaked through the fabric.

"Hahaha!" Grimm's distorted face returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His voice was filled with madness, "Keep going! Let's see who falls first!"

Gern's eyes sharpened; he finally understood the opponent's tactics.

He wanted to rely on his near-immortal regenerative abilities to trade injuries and wear himself down to death!

"Gern!" Libo, who was watching from a distance, couldn't help but exclaim, her rabbit ears perking up nervously.

“Don’t worry.” Sakazuki pressed down on her shoulder, his voice low, his gaze fixed on Gringus’s chest, where the effects of Conqueror’s Haki were lingering.

“Even I could see it, there’s no way Gern couldn’t have missed it.”

Sure enough, Gern suddenly laughed.

He casually wiped the blood from his chest, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes, and tossed the black knife into the air.

"Since you want to play the game of trading injury for injury..." Before he could finish speaking, Gern's figure suddenly disappeared!

"Shaking Flash - Consecutive Stars!"

Grimm's pupils contracted sharply; his Observation Haki had failed him once again!

He instinctively raised his sword to parry, but then heard a cold voice behind him: "Too slow."

"Bang!" A heavy punch slammed into the back of Green Saint's heart, and the shockwave pierced through his body, shattering his heart instantly!

"Pfft!" Saint Grimm spat out a mouthful of blood, but turned around with a sinister grin and swung his sword, "Useless!"

The sword flashed, but Gern's figure disappeared once again.

Immediately following were left leg strikes, right leg strikes, elbow strikes, and knee strikes; each dodge was accompanied by a heavy blow.

For a moment, from the perspective of others, all they saw was countless white starlight flashing around Figarando Grimm.

Immediately afterwards, Green Gu Sheng seemed to be beaten by thin air, frantically shaking his body.

"Exchange wounds? You're not qualified!" Gern flashed his left hand once more, forming a blade that pierced directly into Gringu Saint's abdomen with high-frequency vibrating particles!

"Pfft!" A hand pierced through his back, bringing with it a large number of fragments of internal organs.

"Cough..." Blood trickled from the corner of Grimm's mouth, yet he still smiled.

"That's it? What's the point?!" He suddenly tightened his abdominal muscles, pinning Gern's arm down firmly.

At the same time, the rapier was raised high and slashed down toward Gern's neck!

At the critical moment, Gern's right leg lashed out like a whip, striking Gringu Saint's sword-wielding wrist hard.

"Crack!" The sound of wrist bone breaking was clearly audible as the rapier flew out of his hand.

"Really? Is it really possible to be immortal? If so, I'm going to have a blast playing with this new skill."

"Gern said coldly, and his stuck arm suddenly began to frantically gather vibrational particles, and the white energy circle even expanded out of Grin's body."

"eXplOSiOn (Explosion)"

"Earthquake - High-Frequency Seismic Detonation!"

"boom!!!"

A huge bloody hole suddenly exploded in Grimm's abdomen, and the shockwave almost tore his upper and lower body apart!

His mangled body flew backward like a rag doll and crashed heavily into the ground.

The audience was silent.

Chapter 161 Figarando's Swordsmanship!

"Huff... Huff... Hehehe..." The broken body of the Ancient Saint Grimm slowly rose from the smoke of the ruins.

The naval personnel watching the battle stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief.

"This guy, how is this possible! His body is already like this!"

"Is it not human? It definitely wasn't born from a mother, how come it's still alive?!" a naval soldier exclaimed, his voice filled with undisguised shock.

"Is this guy... a monster?!" The other person swallowed hard, his hands trembling slightly.

At the same time, Tesoro was also shocked as he watched this scene, "Is this the Knights of God?!"

Such regenerative abilities can't be attributed to a Devil Fruit, right?

Meanwhile, in the smoke, the corners of Grimm's mouth, now restored to its original state, turned up slightly.

"What an annoying feeling! This vibration reminds me of that awful guy, the same guy who blocked my way back in God Valley!!!"

The next moment, Conqueror's Haki erupted like a storm, instantly dispersing all the surrounding smoke.

Figarando Grimguin's body regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even her long, golden hair had regained its original flowing quality, as if it had never been injured.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Gern snorted coldly and walked unhurriedly to the Black Blade Eight Desolations.

He then raised his hand and pulled it from the ground, the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight. "Looks like someone's getting desperate."

Greene's gaze was fixed on Gern, and with a "clang," his rapier clattered.

Gradually covered by a layer of jet-black Armament Haki, the sword trembled slightly and emitted a low hum.

"Aren't you a little..." A red light flashed in Grimm's eyes, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

With a whoosh, a gust of wind swept past, and Gringu Saint appeared in front of Gern, half-bending his body in a sword-drawing stance, before unleashing a horizontal slash!

The sword flashed like lightning, tearing through the air with a sharp, explosive sound.

"You underestimate him. He belongs only to...the knights of God!!!"

Gern's eyes sharpened, and he reacted extremely quickly, plunging the Eight Desolations Blade back into the ground, its blade standing upright and firmly blocking in front of him.

"clang!!!"

The two weapons clashed violently, sparks flew, and a powerful shockwave spread out from the two of them, causing the ground to crack and debris to fly everywhere.

Greene remained in his bent-over, horizontal-slashing stance, while Gern stood firmly, motionless.

The two powerful auras clashed fiercely at this moment, with purplish-black lightning intertwining with dark red energy.

Space seemed to be distorted, and even the surrounding naval soldiers felt their breath catch in their throats.

"This is... the power of the Knight of God?" A cold smile crept across Gern's lips, his eyes burning with fighting spirit. "Nothing special!"

"Heavenly Tremor, Earthly Roar!!" Before the words were even finished, Gern suddenly exerted his strength, and the Eight Desolations Blade trembled.

Centered on themselves, they transmitted the vibrational particles to the ground, and the ground beneath their feet was instantly shattered in a spiderweb pattern!

Upon seeing this, Grimm's pupils constricted the instant he felt the shockwave, and he quickly retreated.

And in mid-air, using the pebbles as a springboard, he slightly bent his knees and charged from Gern once again!

"Feel the majesty of the gods!" His voice became hoarse and deep, and his sword, imbued with a dark, domineering aura, slashed forth.

"Divine Strike!!"

Gern instinctively raised his sword to parry, followed by a deafening clang of metal clashing.

He was sent flying backward by the blow, crashing through three walls before finally stopping.

……

Smoke and dust filled the air, and gravel flew everywhere.

Gern slowly rose from the ruins, the Black Blade Eight Desolations trembling slightly in his hand, the patterns on the blade shimmering with a dark purple light.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes burning with even greater fighting spirit.

“I knew it! How could a royal-level being only good at getting beaten up?” Gern grinned.

Grimm stood in mid-air, his golden, towering hair still standing upright, his rapier pointing diagonally at the ground, its tip wreathed in dark red, domineering energy, like flowing blood.

At the same time, his eyes were cold and arrogant, a unique gaze of a Celestial Dragon looking down on ordinary people.

"Ha, a lowly person is a lowly person." Grimm's voice was deep and authoritative, every word carrying an undeniable discrimination.

"Next, I will show you true swordsmanship." Before he finished speaking, his figure vanished!

"Divine Speed ​​- Instant Slash!" Gern's pupils shrank sharply, his Observation Haki flashing a warning, but his body couldn't react in time.

A flash of cold light appeared, and a deep, bone-revealing wound was instantly slashed open on his chest, from which blood gushed out.

“The first sword.” The voice of the Ancient Saint Grin sounded behind Gern, cold and indifferent.

"A little faster than Rayleigh..." Gern suddenly turned around, his black blade sweeping across, but he only managed to cut a blur.

"Looks like you can't adapt either." Grimm's voice came from the left.

Then another flash of sword light appeared, and another wound appeared on Gern's left arm.

"The second sword."

Gern gritted his teeth, his vibrating particles condensed wildly, and he slammed his fist into the ground.

"Airquake!!" The ground shattered with a deafening roar, sending countless fragments of rock flying and forming a net of indiscriminate attacks.

However, the figure of the Ancient Saint Grimm moved through the crowd like a ghost, his sword flashing like lightning, leaving a wound on Grimm with each flash.

"The third sword."

"The fourth sword."

"The fifth sword."

Grimm's voice was like the whisper of death, each utterance accompanied by a new slash.

This forced Gern to rely on full-body Armament Haki defense for a temporary defense!

"What's wrong? Is this all the Navy's 'Skyquake' can do?"

Grimm stopped his attack and stood on a piece of rubble.

Looking down at Gern with a mocking smile, he said, "You can't even touch the hem of my clothes."

“I won’t deny it.” Gern, panting, suddenly laughed: “You are indeed fast…”

He slowly straightened up, holding the Black Blade Eight Desolations horizontally in front of his chest, the patterns on the blade beginning to glow with a dark purple light.

“Even a little faster than the guy I dealt with last time (Rayleigh), but…” Gern’s eyes suddenly sharpened.

"This is not something I can't adapt to!!"

"Shake and Flash!" In an instant, Gern's body elementalized and decomposed into molecular-level particles.

"You can't use the same trick on me a second time." He sensed once again that Gehen's aura had vanished.

Greene sneered, his rapier spinning in his hand, tracing a perfect arc.

"Wave!" In an instant, sword energy formed a barrier, attempting to block Gern's impending attack.

"In this way, you have no way..."

"Alas!" But in that instant, Gern's true form suddenly appeared above Grin's head, gripping his sword with both hands, and slashed down with all his might.

The Black Blade Eight Desolations cleaved down with terrifying shockwave energy!

"Didn't you study physics? Don't you know molecules are everywhere! You idiot!"

“You…” A hint of surprise flashed in Grimm’s eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Heavenly Tremor - Collapse of the Boundary!!"

In an instant, a deafening metallic clang resounded throughout Marineford, and the shockwave completely overturned the surrounding ground.

The rubble beneath Green Saint's feet instantly turned to dust, and his body was forcibly pressed into the ground dozens of meters deep.

"Interesting." A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of Grimm's mouth, but the fighting spirit in his eyes burned even brighter.

"But it's not enough!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he exerted his strength, and the dark red domineering aura on the blade suddenly erupted, knocking Gern back.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of Grimm vanished again, reappearing behind Gern, the tip of his sword pointing straight at his back.

"Piercing the heart!" At the critical moment, Gern's body suddenly twisted in a strange posture, and the Black Blade Eight Desolations narrowly blocked the fatal blow.