Now that the Celestial Dragons have decided not to leave, they've anchored their ship at the shore. They refuse to depart until every pirate from that street incident is dead.
If it weren't for the direct orders from the Five Elders, that Celestial Dragon would've wiped out everyone on Canopy Island.
That's why they dispatched a squad of CP agents—not to specifically catch those pirates from the street, but simply to capture enough of them to appease the Celestial Dragons' fury.
And while they're at it, they intend to seize that so-called Devil Fruit and plunder its technology.
"Hey, little brother~," Kizaru said with that strange, casual look in his eyes as he stared at Weiss. "If you help me catch that pirate… how about I pretend I didn't hear what you just said?"
"So I've become your scapegoat, is that it?" Weiss' pitch-black pupils flashed with a sudden crimson light as he locked eyes with the masked man. The moment he saw anything off, he'd kill him on the spot.
"I-It's not like that... It's just, you're the one who hurt the Celestial Dragon," the masked man stammered, his face pale beneath the mask, crumbling under the pressure.
"Oh? Just a second ago you said I might be connected to the Celestial Dragon's injury. Now it's straight up me? This is the so-called strongest intelligence agency? With that fragile psyche?"
"Trash."
"Say whatever you want. I'm telling you it wasn't me, so it wasn't. But now—I'm killing this masked bastard. Kizaru, you're not going to stop me, are you?"
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"And another thing—if after all this, you people try to pin this whole mess on me, I won't hesitate to kill a Celestial Dragon for real. I mean it."
As Weiss' figure suddenly vanished, the CP agents were struck with pure fear. He knew he wasn't a match for Weiss—back when they fought toe-to-toe, Weiss had been clearly holding back.
"Sorry, little brother, but I can't let you kill him."
Even if the Navy despised the CP rats crawling through the gutters, letting them be killed right in front of them was unacceptable. That was a line they couldn't cross.
"Kizaru, stay right where you are!"
In that instant, the three moved—Kizaru attempting to stop Weiss, King moving to stop Kizaru! If Weiss managed to kill the masked man, their chances of escaping today would drastically increase.
A flash of crimson light tore through the air. Blood sprayed. A deep gash ran across the masked man's chest, slicing through his entire body. He collapsed, lifeless, dead beyond dead.
Weiss turned, pointing his sword at Kizaru. "Let's fight. Talk after."
Being falsely accused twice in one day—anyone would snap. Weiss didn't want to talk anymore.
King's eyes lit up. This just made everything easier—no need to worry about escaping anymore. Thanks for the assist, CP!
"Ama no Murakumo."
Particles of light gathered in Kizaru's hand, forming a golden blade of pure energy. He swung it toward the oncoming sword strike.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Their swords collided midair again and again, sending out clear, ringing echoes. There were no flashy sword beams or flashy techniques—just pure swordsmanship.
If anyone thought that an Admiral was no big deal after watching this, one single clash with either of them would erase that arrogance permanently.
Sparks flew. Weiss gripped his sword with intense focus—this was the strongest opponent he had faced since setting out to sea. He had thought he'd only face someone like this in the New World.
But today had just been too frustrating.
He had to fight.
Flames flickered over King's body as he waited for the perfect moment. He hadn't fled. Though the other two were clashing with everything they had, if he even thought about escaping, Kizaru would be on him in an instant.
It looked wild—but all of them were holding back just enough.
Weiss parried Kizaru's strike, then twisted his arm and launched a swift, precise thrust aimed at the admiral's face. The blade was infused with Armament Haki. If it landed, even Kizaru wouldn't walk away unscathed.
At the same moment, King seized the opportunity—flashing forward with claws charged in searing heat and stone-shattering force, diving straight for Kizaru's skull.
Anyone else in that situation would've been instantly killed!
But Kizaru wasn't just anyone—he was an admiral, a veteran of the seas, and a Logia-type user of the Glint-Glint Fruit.
Faster than fast—faster than light!
In a split second, Kizaru turned to light and evaded both attacks. And in that same moment, Weiss and King couldn't withdraw their strikes—
So they slammed straight into each other.
BOOM!
The ground exploded where Weiss had been standing, clouds of dust and debris filling the air and blocking sight.
Pfft!
He spat out a mouthful of dirt and strolled slowly out of the haze. "If you try to get involved again, I won't mind taking you out first. A fight's a fight, right?"
"Oooh~ so scary, little brother," Kizaru replied playfully. "But sure, that works for me!"
He didn't mind teaming up with Weiss to deal with King.
King said nothing. He wasn't a brute—he was smart. He could see Weiss' emotional state was volatile, ready to explode at the slightest provocation.
Yet at the same time, Weiss remained calm and sharp—he still held back a bit of strength, wary of others joining in. It wasn't just a fight—it was a test of blades.
Kizaru stopped attacking Weiss and turned toward King.
Three-way battle—it might just be easier this way.
In an instant, all three clashed again!
Sometimes Weiss against Kizaru. Sometimes Kizaru against King. And sometimes, two of them would gang up on the third.
But it was clear—Kizaru wasn't going all out against King like he did with Weiss.
Above them, the clouds churned from the clash of their Haki. Thunder crackled between layers of roiling storm. Bolts of lightning flickered as if waiting for the right moment to strike down.
The battlefield below was a wasteland. Their fight had torn through the land like a divine judgment.
From the sky, one could clearly see that this area had sunk far lower than the rest of the island.
"Look! What's that over there?" someone shouted from the coast. They pointed toward the island, where unnatural weather patterns had begun to swirl. Even from afar, they could feel the destructive energy within. Step too close, and you'd be obliterated.
"What kind of monsters are fighting over there?! The island's shaking!" Even voices on the ship trembled in fear.
"Look! Something black just burst out!"
"The island is cracking!"
Fissures spread from the center of the battlefield. Deep ravines snaked outward as if tearing the entire island in half. Seawater surged in through the cracks, flooding the terrain.
In time, the battle site had transformed into a small lake.
With two Devil Fruit users, the seawater posed a threat, weakening their powers. As the lake formed, both flew into the air to continue fighting.
Weiss, however, had no such power. He had to rely on Moonwalk—but he was reaching his limit.
He darted back to shore. The other two could fly thanks to their Devil Fruit powers, but Weiss was a pure swordsman. Aerial combat wasn't his strength.
"You think this is enough to stop me?"
Weiss held his sword upright before him, his aura condensing into a single terrifying point. Razor-thin threads of sword energy danced around him, forming a blood-red storm.
That storm wasn't wind—it was death made manifest. A chilling aura blanketed the battlefield. The killing intent rolled out like fog, seeping into every breath, every bone.
Weiss stood at the center—like a demon who had walked straight out of hell, like the Reaper incarnate, harvesting life with every step.
Both Kizaru and King in the sky felt it.
They immediately broke away from their clash.
In that moment—
"A Sword to Shatter the World!"
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