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

However, the powerful impact of the attack, which was attached to the enemy, still sent him flying dozens of meters, crashing heavily into a broken wall.

"Cough cough..." Gern coughed up a mouthful of blood, but the light in his eyes grew even more intense.

“Interesting…” He slowly stood up, the patterns on the Black Blade Eight Desolations were now fully lit, and the blade trembled with a low hum.

Even more terrifying, the purplish-black Conqueror's Haki was being frantically drawn out of Gern's body, surging into the blade of the Eight Desolations like rivers flowing into the sea.

"Buzz—" Gern gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and with a piercing screech, the Eight Desolations suddenly erupted with a black vortex that devoured the heavens and earth.

Wherever the blade pointed, all light was extinguished, and even space itself was distorted.

The ground beneath Gern's feet cracked inch by inch, and the gravel was crushed into dust under his domineering crushing force.

“This is…” Grimm’s pupils shrank suddenly, and he retreated hundreds of meters, cold sweat beading on his forehead as he cautiously stared at Gern not far away.

Just now, for a brief moment, he briefly saw the future!

It's my own future that's been cut in half!

"Hey, why are you running now...?"

Gern slowly raised his eyes, and the purple-black lightning on the Eight Desolations Blade suddenly surged, causing the ground to collapse and crack, and countless wildly dancing lightning snakes appeared around him.

"Mingming, that stab just now..."

But you should have used the Overlord's Binding technique first!!!

Chapter 162 Heavenly Tribulation - Divine Punishment

"This feeling..."

Green Saint's pupils contracted slightly as the scene before him eerily overlapped with a moment from his memory.

Under the twilight of God Valley back then, a man named Rocks also stood like this, sword in hand, the blade entwined with the all-consuming darkness.

At that time, I charged forward with unparalleled confidence and pride...

As a result, all their arrogance was shattered by that man's single strike, and they retreated in disarray to the second-line battlefield, never daring to approach the core war zone again.

And now...

Gern stood in the center of the shattered plaza, his black blade, Eight Desolations, crackling with purplish-black lightning.

The overpowering arcs of electricity danced across the blade like living things, and the vibrating particles caused the surrounding space to distort slightly.

That sense of oppression... and the one I felt back then...

same!!!

"What a joke..." Grimm's breathing suddenly became rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but they were instantly evaporated by his boiling domineering aura.

His face was twisted like a demon, and his once towering golden hair was scattered by the violent shockwave.

Each strand of hair was crackling with dark red electricity, dancing wildly like a living thing.

The ground beneath their feet began to crack, and gravel floated up against gravity.

“This time…” He slowly raised his rapier, the trajectory of the blade leaving a scorching afterimage in the air.

"You can't scare me away!!!"

"Boom!" The ancient saint Grimm's entire body erupted with overwhelming power, and dark red lightning, just like the future Shanks's domineering aura, shot into the sky like a volcanic eruption.

The sky was instantly cleared, and the clouds were torn open by a huge canal.

The rapier in his hand emitted a dazzling, blood-red light.

The sword emitted a humming sound as it bore the weight of too much domineering energy, and the surrounding air distorted into visible ripples.

"Before me..." Before the words were finished, the figure of the Ancient Saint Grimm had already disappeared, leaving only a spiderweb-shaped, collapsed pit in the place where he stood.

Before the sonic boom could even spread, the sword, carrying destructive power, had already torn through space, aiming straight for Gern's throat!

"You're not that kind of man!!"

I will keep this weapon as part of my Figarando Grimold's trophies after your death!

"Gern Reginald Sigma, bow your head before the World Government! You lowly wretch!!!"

Wherever the sword blade passed, space shattered like fragile glass.

The crimson lightning coalesced into a physical dragon, its gaping maw large enough to devour the entire plaza.

The tip of the sword even ignited with incandescent flames due to the high-speed friction with the air, leaving a trail of fire meteors hundreds of meters long behind it.

"God's Strike!!!"

“This battle won’t tell you right or wrong…” The approaching light of death was reflected in Gern’s pupils, but his lips slowly parted into a near-manic smile.

"We only recognize the strong and the weak!!"

Gern remained motionless, simply lowering his waist and straightening his stance, gripping the black blade Eight Desolations in a reverse grip, the blade held horizontally.

Compared to Figarando Grimaldi's sword, which groaned under its own weight.

His own black sword, Eight Desolations, trembled slightly, yet emitted a joyful buzzing sound in extreme excitement.

"Whoosh!" The seemingly casual horizontal slash caused a change in the world the moment the blade was drawn.

Dark purple energy erupted from the blade like a volcanic eruption, and countless tiny vibrating particles outlined vein-like patterns in the air.

These energy threads intertwined wildly, eventually converging into a rainbow that stretched across the heavens and earth, distorting and swallowing even the light in its path.

As the blade sliced ​​through, a dark crack was cleanly cut open in space, like a wound torn open in the world, which took a long time to heal.

"Heavenly tribulation."

At the moment the two world-destroying forces collided, time seemed to stand still, and then...

“Boom, boom, boom!!!”

The purplish-black and dark red lightning transformed into countless intertwined giant pythons, and the shockwave spread out in a spherical shape.

The ground within a radius of 100 meters instantly vaporized, and the giant stone pillars in the central plaza of the Naval Headquarters collapsed one after another like building blocks.

The naval officers watching the battle were thrown hundreds of meters by the blast wave.

Even Sakazuki had to get up and fight back seriously, as Kuzan's ice wall evaporated the moment it came into contact with the aftershocks.

Meanwhile, at the eye of the storm

The blade of the Ancient Saint Grimm froze in front of Gern, blocked by the black blade and unable to advance even an inch.

His pupils trembled violently as he stared in disbelief at his trembling blade.

"Crack...crack..." The blades trembled and hummed. The stalemate between the two weapons was not evenly matched, but an absolute crushing defeat!

His Conqueror's Haki was like waves crashing against rocks, being crushed inch by inch by a more violent, primal, and pure power.

"This is impossible..." Blood spilled from Grimm's throat.

"My Conqueror's Haki... was actually suppressed by... this lowly guy, how is this possible..."

"Crack...crack..." Before the mournful sound of the blade had even subsided, Gringu Sheng's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints.

The blade of the Black Blade Eight Desolations was already pressed against his chest!

"What?!" Grimm's pupils suddenly contracted, and the cold sweat that hadn't even dripped down was scorched dry by the surging domineering aura.

He wanted to break free and retreat, but his limbs felt as if they were sinking into an abyss, and every muscle was groaning under the pressure of Gern's Conqueror's Haki.

Invisible shackles bound his body tightly, preventing even his fingertips from trembling.

"Move...move for me!!!" He gritted his teeth, trying to exert force.

The only response he received was a creaking sound from his spine.

At this moment, Gern's Conqueror's Haki had already materialized, as if the entire sky were collapsing down, and even breathing had become a luxurious delusion.

"My power... is more than that."

Gern's whisper was like the pronouncement of death.

"Buzz—!" The Black Blade Eight Desolations suddenly trembled, and the blade emitted a piercing buzzing sound.

The partially awakened power of the Heaven-Shatter Fruit was fully unleashed at this moment.

Molecular-level vibrational dominance!!!

On the left half of the blade, the movement of molecules in space approaches complete stillness!

The extremely cold, azure vibrations spread like glacial fissures, and the air condensed into suspended ice crystal dust, each particle enveloping high-frequency vibrating death energy.

Before the cold air arrived, the eyebrows of the ancient saint were already covered with white frost, and his blood had frozen in his veins.

The right half of the blade, the molecular motion within that space, is accelerating and vibrating to its limit!

The blazing orange-red vibrations resembled erupting lava, and black smoke and flashes of ionization burst forth from the hilt.

The ultra-high frequency friction caused the blade to become incandescent, and the surrounding space was distorted and collapsed due to the high temperature. Before it could even be cleaved, the robes of the ancient saint Grimm had already spontaneously combusted into ashes.

Red and blue energies coiled around the blade like intertwined dragons, eventually converging into an eerie rainbow light.

The instant the blade struck

The space on the left side is frozen into a cage of absolute zero!

The space on the right was burned into a plasma-state purgatory!

Meanwhile, Gringu Saint, positioned at the center of the slash's trajectory, could only watch helplessly as his body was simultaneously eroded by two extremes.

The flesh and blood of the right half of the body vaporized and evaporated in molecular-level vibrations, while the bones of the left half of the body brittled and disintegrated under absolute stillness!

"This is... the real..."

"God's punishment!!!"

"Thud!" The dull thud of a blade piercing flesh could be clearly heard on the deathly silent battlefield.

A torrent of dark purple energy poured out from the blade, like countless greedy venomous snakes, instantly piercing through the chest of the Ancient Saint Grin!

His magnificent robe vanished the instant it touched the blade, his flesh beneath his skin was torn apart inch by inch by the high-density vibrational particles, and his bones shattered amidst agonizing cries.

"Ughhhhh!!" Before Grimm's scream could even finish, it was abruptly cut off by the violent energy surge.

His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, a gruesome knife wound running diagonally across his chest, deep enough to expose the bone.

The flesh and blood at the edges curled up and formed ice crystals, yet the flesh and blood were charred black, as if they had been burned by hellfire.

Before the blood could even splatter, it was evaporated into scarlet blood mist and ice crystals by the intense heat of the raging inferno, swirling around his trajectory as he flew backward, like a mournful blood rainbow.

"boom!!!"

His body crashed heavily into the ruins hundreds of meters away, the impact completely crushing half of the naval fortress's remains into dust.

Dust billowed into the sky, obscuring the sun, while only the gruesome knife wound still flickered with eerie purplish-black embers in the darkness.

It eroded his body like a curse.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Deep within the ruins, the ancient saint Grimm struggled to prop himself up on one side, each breath accompanied by blood and foam from his shattered internal organs.

Under the influence of Gern's domineering aura, Grin's body withered and cracked at a visible speed, collapsing inch by inch like parched earth.

He looked down at his chest, where the skin that once symbolized his supreme bloodline could no longer be restored.

Immediately afterward, his fingers trembled as he tried to touch the wound, but the residual vibration caused his skin to tear open upon contact.

"This... is impossible..."

Chapter 163 That’s it

As the energy storm gradually subsided, Marineford fell into a deathly silence.

The naval soldiers stood frozen in the ruins, their weapons lying on the ground, their hands seemingly lost in thought.

Immediately afterwards, Gern sheathed his Black Blade Eight Desolations, and the blade struck the ground with a soft "click"!

Center of the battlefield

A torrent of ice and fire swept across the battlefield, tearing the world apart into two completely different infernal realms.

To the left, the extreme cold of hell!